Whaddaya mean its been 17 days already?
Harrumph. You've probably taken down all of your holiday decorations too. Maybe you've started stringing up hearts?
Good on ya. I have a hard time adjusting to fast change, sometimes. I recognize this fallacy in me. I know holidays whiz by, I do, I know it and gnash my teeth for holidays lost and I try to plan accordingly.
As a result, I am one of those people who starts "planning" in January. By "planning" I mean I make notes to myself about all the things I didn't do the year before that MUST happen this time in order to celebrate to maximum capacity. And after I've captured that information, I meld it into a sort of calendar planning thing, to determine what boxes of decorations need to come from whence place they are stored and on what weekend (PHASES are CRITICAL), and what decorating can commence in which room so as not to be obnoxiously early (because while I'm planning I'm confident early is a possibility). Then I promptly misplace my detailed calendar and get completely distracted by life and the change in weather and the next thing I know pumpkins and ghosts abound and just as I manage to get all things spooky unpacked I realize tomorrow is thanksgiving and people might want food. Terrible, really.
Fall mesmerizes me, and lulls me into an enchanter's embrace. I get giddy at the sight of fame red tree, and stark branches against a brilliant blue sky. I want to hear the crunch of the leaves and smell firewood burning, and when I go inside, it's football! And lo, the holidays SNEAK UP on me, using STEALTH tactics, somehow, despite the 405,443 commercials and ads in the newspapers and friends and colleagues who feel compelled to ask if I am ready for the holidays. Maybe that's why they ask. Maybe it's the red, white and blue sailor suit worn in September.
Don't get me wrong - it's not as though I miss it altogether. As a matter of fact, we did alot of riding around looking at dazzling light displays. And we managed to jazz up a corner or two here at Cool Furry Oaks. And since Wolfman's job takes him into all manner of homes during the holiday season while caring for pets, when I accompany him I get to see all manner of decor.
So I was looking at the TIVO list because according to the Wolfman (you know, the cute guy I married late because we were late to our own wedding) there needs to be more space (he's obsessed with the percents) and I still have a ton of Christmas stuff to watch.
(I'm not sure what giant TV extravaganza will be occurring. Football season is pretty much over and we generally catch multi-seasons of something on Netflix. We have JUST now discovered Modern Family. I'm pretty sure Orange will not be the New Black by the time we get 'round to it. And fuhgeddabout Downtown Abbey, they'll probably all have migrated to Jersey.)
And you're wondering why I'm telling you this now. You're thinking to yourself (probably as you drink out of something that is not a Merry Christmas Charlie Brown mug with a handle shaped like a candy cane, I'm betting), "Hmmm, isn't this the kind of panic stricken blog she should post in November?"
Well, this year, I'm trying to do it early. :) Well except for the Happy New Year's...
Happy Valentine's day! (I plan to be back before then but just.in.case.)