Christmas Passed

I'll just say it: I hate this time of year. This morning, we packed away all the Christmas decorations and took down the tree. Now the house looks kind of bleak and bare. Our three-year-old grandson, Noah, will be devastated to see that all the Santas (which he calls "ho-hos") have disappeared. The holiday parties are over and soon the homes in our neighborhood will not be sporting lights and decorations. It's pitch dark in the morning when I drive to my daughter's house  to get the kids off to school and dark when my son-in-law arrives home from work. I feel like the grumpy Santa shown here. Bah humbug.

OK. I feel better having gotten that out of my system. So what to do in the New Year? I still have to go to physical therapy twice a week and do my exercises at home (see previous post). I want to start reading again. Toby and I will walk greater distances around the neighborhood. Perhaps there is a volunteer job I would like. I'll put out some feelers about freelance writing. Andy and I can take some day trips around Dallas. Now that I can be on my feet longer, we'll take in the museum district in Fort Worth. 

2018 is sounding better all the time.  Springtime in Texas can't be far away and I have things to do.

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