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And the hair on the nape of my neck is standing......
I know, I know...."Adapt, Overcome"....but I feel this morning more as though I should "Escape and Evade".
I just finished reading one of Paints with Words' Christmas Season introspective over at
Rambling Rose, and it put me to thinking.
Sometimes thinking is not good for Wollf. He thinks too much, and too hard. I took her thoughts about a first Christmas without someone you love.....and turned it inward.
I shouldn't have allowed myself to do that.
Before you start, ΛΕΟΝΙΔΑΣ, I know.....and appreciate the "Get over it" sentiment. This isn't a pity party, it's that I end up feeling a lot better about things, and can perform my responsibility as Sire much more enthusiastically when the foulness is examined and discarded.
I'm "beginning" to come out of my Lair, having conversations with old and new friends that don't include "her". I'm beginning, finally, to allow myself a little bit of anger directed toward her part of this thing.
That's what happens.......I think it's OK to be a bit angry at some one's seeming selfish nature. It's what I don't like about the world in general. Nothing I can do about the world.......nothing I can do about Christmas being here at an inopportune time.
I'm going out "Stocking Stuffer" shopping with a new friend this evening. Maybe that will help. I've got the Cubs their Sire's big gifts, one apiece in the $200 range, but I want to get a few smaller things and some goofy stuff for the stockings.
We'll have to open everything Christmas eve as they'll be doing Christmas "down the hill". I have to concentrate on not making this a competition for "best parent". I'm just hoping for as much fun as we had at Thanksgiving.
And to keep my friggin' eyes from welling up in the Cubs' presence.....
Any and all input is always welcome. I had never understood why the Holidays were considered the "Danger Zone" before. Damm, Wollf sure is learning a lot about human nature.....
Growth hurts, but you become stronger because of it.
Easy to say, isn't it?
Wollf

