Well, I wrapped my little fingers to the bone. A mountain of presents teeters precariously on my dresser and must be put under the tree.
Except we haven't put ours up yet!
I like to decorate around the Fifteenth, but the offspring are getting antsy. It's possible that we'll do it tonight after Peter gets home from work. He's riding MetroNorth as I write. But he has to be tired; he left the house at 4 a.m. and won't be home until around 6:45 this evening. I may tell those children to give him a break.
Fortunately, Eloise at the Plaza and Eloise at Christmastime are on tonight, and they love both of them. I'll pop some corn. That should keep those little people happy!
Spoke to Mommy at the rehab center. I called her about fifteen times and got no answer. I figured that Dad or Sibling One had taken her out on a day pass. But what happened was that said Sibling turned off the ringer on the phone. When I finally got through, Mommy had to blow me off because she was entertaining visitors from church.
I have to say, the people from her church are extraordinarily kind. I've read that people in New York are godless, but nothing could be further from the truth. You can't even count all the churches in Manhattan, let alone the rest of the city.
When I worked there, I used to duck into a church on 40th and Park on my lunch hour. And so did 20 or 30 other people.
Well, Eloise has started. Julie Andrews is rivaling Maggie Smith for the top spot in the girls' hearts. Time to pop the corn.
Time to pour a glass of wine!