I have done nothing about Christmas

apart from make Christmas cake. That was actually done a few weeks ago.

Yesterday my cousin shamed me by handing over a lovely Christmas card. (It was a winter one with a robin on it.) Cards? I will need to send electronic cards and an electronic letter. Sigh!

The time I had set aside for all these things has been taken up with things like sending the "bikies" off to Aceh with their updated communication board and spending a day at the Youth Court with the little idiot who lost his temper and did so much damage. Now I need to spend some time cleaning. (My little abode does not look too bad but I will feel more comfortable knowing I have cleaned it properly.) 

I am also awaiting more parcels. "Cat, you are mostly at home. Can I get the parcel delivered to you so the kids don't know?" Yes of course they "may" and I dutifully agree to be in so this can be done. I know how important Christmas surprises can be for small children.

I saw a former neighbour's eldest child in the shopping centre several days ago. She starts secondary school next year. "Cat! It's holidays next week!" was all she was interested in as she told me how they were heading off to the beach shack they have rented for most of the summer. I was reminded of how we looked forward to days at the beach as much as we looked forward to Christmas. Now I will be lucky to get to the beach at all. It is not just the algal bloom along the coast but finding a free day to get there.

If Middle Cat and I can go off to the hardware store before Christmas it will solve most problems. It is just a matter of both of us being free at the same time.  

Brother Cat is having ankle surgery today. While not looking forward to that he informed me, "At least it gets me out of all the Christmas fuss. I can get some reading done." He might. I hope he does. His "to be read" pile is not as high as mine but it is still in danger of falling over. Still, it does seem a rather drastic way of finding time to read.