So is it painfully obvious that I am having some trouble getting my Holiday Mojo up and running?
What with the Christmas Tree Paralysis and then the endless tirades about stuff that, let's face it, makes lots of kids (and grown-up people, too) happy?
I had a bad day this week. More detail? OK, it was Tuesday. Tuesday sucked. I'm still trying to figure out, still feeling guilty about the whole incident, and feeling a bit astonished at myself. Because, after the Christmas we had last year, you'd think I'd be falling all over myself singing Christmas carols between sips of wassail and, I don't know, tucking cinnamon-scented pinecones between the glitter-sprinkled leaves of poinsettias around the house.
A huge storm is blowing over Illinois tonight. The snow has just begun to stick, and the icy rain has been beating against our windows for hours already. I'm looking forward to making a snowlump with the girls tomorrow. They'll call it a "snowman" and stick a carrot nose, um, somewhere just to drive home their point. But I know from past experience that the thing will be nothing more than a bit of snow shoved into a pile and pronounced "stupendous."
I had heard from other dog owners that a puppy's first experience with snow is hilarious, and to have the camcorder at the ready. So when I let Cleo out just now, I rubbed a little viewing patch clear of the condensation on the back door, just to see her reaction. Out she hopped onto the first few centimeters of ice-encrusted snow. With her tail still up, she leaned down and licked the ground experimentally. Satisfied with her results, she ran off, squatted, and ran back to the door where I was still watching her. No great leaps of joy at the unexpected, but no fearful confusion at the surprise, either.
I thought to myself what an amazingly even-keeled puppy we have. And now I am wondering if it is so very wrong to wish yourself more like your newly adopted puppy? Here she stepped out the back door, and the entire world had changed in just the few hours it took her bladder to fill up again. And yet all it took was a few licks of the tongue for her to decide that all was well, no cause for concern, and besides, wasn't there someone back there in the warm house watching over her through a smudged glass door?
They are calling for up to 12 inches of snow by tomorrow. Maybe that will be enough of a radical shift to get a rise out of our placid pup. Or maybe the world will just look open and crystal bright and ready for fresh starts.