In the spirit of Thanksgiving, I’m incredibly thankful for the past few days of peace, rest, and family. I’m also thankful to finally be able to listen to Christmas music. (Yes, I’m one of those snobs.)
It really has been a perfect break.
The extended family was here on Thursday and I handled the “So Amelia, what’s next?”question as well as I could. I ate lots of turkey and mashed potatoes.
On Friday, I finally got the Mother/Daughter shopping day that was supposed to come in October. We shopped from ten in the morning till four in the afternoon, taking advantage of Black Friday deals. I also got lunch at Chipotle, which in and of itself is always an answer to prayer.
Our family tradition is to attend the Taylor’s Falls Lighting festival the day after Thanksgiving. There’s a small parade down the six blocks that make up main street of the small historic town. At the end of the parade, there is a countdown and all the Christmas lights in town are lit at once. We also popped in the old one room schoolhouse (the oldest in Minnesota!) to see all the arts and crafts that the local third graders have been working on for the past couple weeks. My aunt and uncle came to the event with us and, so night ended with soup and cider at our house.
Yesterday, Mom and I took advantage of Support Local Saturday and made the rounds in all the cute little shops in the area. We found some good Christmas presents for family and friends, as well as delicious homemade fudge. The afternoon passed curled up on the couch pretending to watch the Gopher/Badger football game. I say pretending because, while the rest of my family attentively cheered for the Gophers, I sat and read Dracula.
Today marks the end of break. I’m not looking forward to going back.
Over the past year, I have not been home for more than a week at a time. It’s always a transition spot, somewhere I go to jump from here to there. As a result, my room has become a dreadful dumping grounds. I long to settle for a while, to clean the mess, to organize the stacks of books that don’t fit on the shelves, and lie low for a while.
Two and a half weeks, friends. Only an Early Modern English recitation, final portfolio, two ten page essays, and two finals standing between me and a month of Christmas bliss at home. It’s the final stretch.
I’ll survive by overdosing on holiday cheer and covers of Taylor Swift songs…