After church, we raced home to get the Christmas decorations taken down from outside. High winds and the possibility of inches of snow moved us at a quick pace, as we aren't that thrilled to have to chisel lights from the gutters or to have the lit critters freeze into the ground. Not fun.
As Hubs pulls the tree apart, I hear the swish of the collapsed branches hit the box.
The smell of pork and sauerkraut hangs heavy in the air. Interestingly enough, no one in the house eats sauerkraut, but I make it each year with the pork in a crock-pot because it makes me think of my grandma.
K- is lying on our bed, watching a movie on Nick.
We had a pretty laid back night last night. We aren't drinkers. We aren't party people. K- had a jammie day, I enjoyed playing with my Christmas gift and later we watched the movie, Happiness is a Warm Blanket. K- has a blanket that she has hauled around since she could walk. I named it Linus a long time ago and laugh at the fact that they both have blue blankets and both sucked their right thumbs. K-'s is more tucked away than out these days and the thumb only plunks in her mouth on a sneak attack while she's sleeping.
The furniture will soon be moved back to the traditional positions. The floor will be swept and the couch cushions will be freed of the major glitter they have collected in the de-Christmasing of the house.
Smudge will be happy that she'll be free to roam the house unmonitored. She has a thing for the Christmas tree, has eaten lights, climbed the middle and caused other damage that leaves her living in the basement when we aren't at home during Christmastime.
Sure, we have "resolutions." The turn of the new year will do that to people. We've both obligated ourselves (and as a partner system) to read the whole bible this year. I think that I've tracked down a nice version on the Kindle that goes chronologically, as opposed to just from one book to the other. I believe that it will make more sense to me and not have me dropping off of my signed obligation to God and the church.
I'd like to lose weight, but know that a "diet" just isn't the way for me. I'm glad that with the broken foot and limitations that followed that I didn't gain weight, but I'll tell you that I didn't lose any either. Now that I've passed the caution release point of the new year, I'll be able to do my walking on the tread mill in the mornings before work. I do miss walking K- back and forth to school, but even if they weren't in a swing space, I couldn't have done it until now anyhow. The heal time on the broken foot is 4 months (hooray for the fact that I'm there!), but caution still plays for 8-12 months afterwards. I'm not going to go all crazy about it. I've declined ice skating and K- will have to roller skate on her own, but I can't see why I can't snowshoe. That will be a nice bit of exercise, too.
About the diet, I'm not really a big eater of funky food, but find that the rush of the holidays left me to do a drive thru run from time to time. Though I get foods that are, in theory, not so horrible, they are still instant yucks and aren't that fantastic. I would like to lose weight, and Hubs would like to, too. I'd be thrilled to drop 15-20 pounds, but it's not going to happen overnight. That's okay. A goal isn't a bad thing to have.
I need to institute meal planning again. It's just the way to go.
So, there you have it. Hubs' Boca Burgers and sweet potato just dinged in the counter top convection oven. K- and I will be having the pork with "no sauerkraut, please" and the new year begins.
May it smell better than my house currently does.