It didn't much seem like Christmas with temps in the mid-upper 70's here in NC. In fact Mom even planned a BBQ on the deck for our Christmas meal. That idea fell through about the time the big Christmas Monsoons set in. I'm sure that one will be remembered as the Christmas Monsoons of 2015.
Everything else was Christmasy though. Mom did all her Christmas decorating. It looked like a Christmas wonderland inside and out. (Despite the green grass and the buttercups coming up).
Mom of course did her typical thing of not being able to save our gifts until Christmas. It was almost like the 12 days of Christmas, but not quite. Dad got some much needed jeans, as well as other apparel. Mom got her much coveted software for her pretty pictures. I of course got new squeaky balls every few days. We had our Christmas BBQ inside due to the rain. Mom and Dad binge watched "Person of Interest"on NetFilx. It was a nice holiday.
New Years was nice and quiet as well. Mom and Dad finished the last season of" Person of Interest" and Mom continued soaking her boo boo toe.
Yups you heard me right. Mom continued her annual tradition of either being sick or injured during the holidays once again. It seems as if it never fails. Once a year for the past few years Mom has either had some sort of bug or some sort of injury for the holidays. At least this year she got over her horrible cold before the food preparations.
We don't have New Year resolutions here, as they seem almost destined to fail once you label them resolutions. We have a list of things we try to do better. I Molly am Mom's heart dog so that in itself means I'm perfection, but I do admit I'm a little over protective of my family. I told Mom I'd try to give the people at the end of the parking lot (who may or may not be walking towards our car) the benefit of the doubt before I begin barking at them as if they were mass murders, hell bent on killing my family.
Mom and I discussed her list of things she was going to try and work on as well. Mom spends a lot of time writing for me and translating my fantasy adventures to art form. This means when Dad or I try to get Mom's attention we rarely get her undivided attention. Mom agrees that she might need to work on giving us her full consideration when we're talking to her.
This New Year began as most New Years do...There were new babies born and loved one passed away. Mom and I both agreed that we need to appreciate the ones that are a part of our lives a little more, and let them know what they mean to us a little more often.
Happy New Years, and in case we haven't told you lately, we love you dear furiends and friends.
Love, Molly and my Mom