Archive: Bah. Humbug.

There, I said it. Saturday morning was a rude awakening, not only for me, but for anyone who was unfortunate enough to cross my path. Call it “waking up on the wrong side of the bed”. Ask me “Who peed in your Cheerios?” Splice it any which way you like. The end result is this: looking at my Christmas tree sitting empty, my bare mantle and my dining room table stacked neatly with gifts to be transported to someone elses home and I had hit my proverbial limit. In a matter of 40 minutes (which may, in fact, be an undisclosed world record) I had dismantled my house of everything Christmas related.

Lights off the tree. Ornaments put away. Funny little Reindeer shoved in the closet. Pine needles swept. Tree tossed on the side of the road for some lucky soul who took it away within an hour. I wiped my hands and stood in the middle of my now Christmas-barren living room.

Sigh.

It was too depressing to look at anyway.

It should now come as no surprise to learn that I am sitting on the couch in my anti-christmas apartment feeling, once again, fairly miserable and searching desperately for any thought or notion of those less fortunate than myself. My grandmother always says that if you ever get down on yourself, it’s important to think of others and their misfortunes which will, undoubtedly, overshadow your own selfish muses and make you feel a bit better about your circumstances.

It’s not working.

Shirley McLaine’s, Ouiser character speaks to me:

Clairee: “You know, you would be a much more contended, pleasant person if you would find things to occupy your time.”

Ouiser: “I’m pleasant! Damnit…I saw Drum Eatenton at the Piggly Wiggly last week and I smiled at the sonofabitch, I couldn’t helf myself!”

That pretty much sums it up for me right about now.