CLUTTERING: Here’s a true confession. While I’m too frugal to ever overdo Christmas decorations around Chez Bean, I do, deep down, consider all of them, ours and yours, to be a sophisticated form of clutter.
I mean, we just get a room decorated in a pleasing and soothing way, then *WHAM* there I am putting red and green stuff, willy-nilly, around a beautifully color-coordinated room that is not visually enhanced by said stuff.
Is that not the very definition of clutter? Hmmm…?
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MUTTERING: I realize that sending holiday cards is no longer the done thing. Most of the cards that we get are from companies we do business with. Only a few friends and family still exchange cards with us.
I like cards, I like newsletters, and I appreciate receiving them. But… [and this is the muttering part]… if you send a Christmas | Hanukkah | New Years card that is a photo of your family, then please include the names of the people on the card.
Kids grow. Kids marry. Kids have kids. And I’ll be doggone if I can figure out who is who on these multi-generational family photo cards. I need a cheat sheet to identify your progeny.
Please include one. For me.
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BUTTERING: I’m not all that enamored of butter. It has nothing to do with how healthy it is. No, it’s a taste issue. I eat it, but not often and always in small dabs.
So you can imagine how oddly difficult it is for me to become excited about Christmas cookies, that are everywhere this time of year. Cookies that seem to me to be 98% butter– with some flour and sugar thrown in for the fun of it.
My point here is that if I don’t eat any of your homemade cookies made from Great Aunt Maude Winifred’s heirloom recipe that’s been in your family since Great Uncle Jeremiah “Pappy” Alexander decided that the family should move to the New World, I’m not dissing you or Great Aunt Maude Winifred– or Great Uncle Jeremiah “Pappy” Alexander’s decision to emigrate here.
No, I just don’t like butter. Ok?