Annual Christmas Eve breakfast with my oldest and dearest friend. A tradition.And the right time to be a kid again.Rudolf Pancakes. (Mimosas not shown in order to maintain childhood charade.)
I Interrupt This Holiday . . .
. . . for the comedian named Technology: Intention: To alert my husband it was very foggy this morning.Technology: Be careful. It’s fudgy out.Intention: To let a friend who wanted to call me know I was at breakfast with another friend.Technology: With Debbie at breasts. Technology: Thank you. Don’t forget to tip your blogger. My…
Inbox Full, Under The Tree Empty
Shopping online for gifts is a convenience, but to me, it is much more than that. It’s a way to reclaim some of my independence. Since jumping in my car, list in tow, is no longer an option, I can open the iPad and start browsing, price comparing and ordering….
I Can Imagine. And I Will.
I recently read the book Blind, written by Rachel Dewoskin. It’s a fictional account of 15-year-old Emma, who is blinded in a fireworks accident. Towards the end of her story, Emma talks about not liking when people say “I can’t imagine”. She questions, why can’t they imagine?I’ve given a lot…
Used To
I went Christmas shopping yesterday with my friend. We had such a great time. In between breakfast at a local diner and appetizers and cocktails at a favorite bar in late afternoon, I realized a few things. Before my vision loss, I used to love browsing in gift shops, book stores….
Christmasitis
My friends all have expressed that this year, they just can’t seem to get into the holiday spirit. I am in the same sleigh. It’s more than the stress and overwhelming feeling that usually accompanies the days leading up to December 25th. I realized the severity of my condition when…
Elf’s Comp
Today while wrapping some gifts my husband has to take into work tomorrow, I cut a good chunk of my left hand thumb fingernail off with regular scissors. It was just the nail and no skin, thankfully, and the first scissor mishap I’ve had since the loss of my sight….
The Gift Of The Christmas Cactus
We mindlessly water you once a week, an almost nuisance item on our weekend to do lists. While other flowers flaunt their endless array of striking hues during the dog days of summer, you lay dormant, patiently waiting. Then, just as the weather and our surroundings change to gray and…
NOT A Reindeer Game
I have a great holiday game for you: Wait until night. Turn off the lights. Close your eyes until you have the minimum amount of sight without them being completely shut. Now decorate your tree!!! EXTRA POINTS FOR PUTTING THE HOOK ON THE ORNAMENT! It’s the holiday version of Pin…
