Do you ever have trouble sleeping before a big day, or a busy day, or a day that might just be fraught with complications?
If you are like my husband, the answer is no. You’re blissfully worry-free in the land of nod.
If you’re like me, you go to bed at a highly reasonable hour, and then wake up at 4am and are unable to go back to sleep. So you get out of bed and update your blog like the whacko you are!
Today’s not really a big day, it’s just a Town Day, which this time will consist of (hopefully) completing most of my Christmas shopping. But, I also have a haircut (which makes it a big-ish day because I’m FINALLY doing something different. The mop on my head is ribcage-length and while it looks cool when I do it, it takes 9382756392014812 years to dry and at least an hour to tame. So adios, Snuffleupagus hair!), and of course need to do grocery shopping, so there’s a lot to get done.
(side note: Getting a haircut is also a big deal because I’ve been going to the same salon since I was like sixteen, and this includes while we were in Montana. I would just get my hair cut like, twice a year (I KNOW) whenever we were home. So living in the same state as my gal Cameron at Blondie’s=cause for major excitement!)
I stick with the once-a-month grocery shopping, partially out of three years’ worth of habit when town was too far away to go any more frequently, and partially because I used to love grocery shopping, but my love is waning due to the fact that groceries cost money and spending money sometimes is no fun. Especially on things like sausage and cereal. Boring! So now, I get it all done in one day, with a little trip in the middle of the month for milk and maybe some fresh fruit or something if we happen to be in civilization. However, the one upside is that I love to cook, and always make sure to put something new in the meal plan.
Also, yesterday the weathermens and womens claimed we’re supposed to have a giant storm starting well, yesterday, bringing with it up to a foot of snow, high winds and temperatures that would make Jack Frost reach for the longjohns, and so I was worried that the drive to town was going to be a disaster or that I’d have to stay home altogether. So, I got everything as ready as I could–loaded the truck with the cooler and my reusable shopping bags, charged my phone and iPad (I pinned some hairstyle ideas to show my FABULOUS stylist), laid out my clothes (for reals), and convinced Bert to put the truck in the shop in the event of snow (the door is tight enough that I worry that I’m going to take off a mirror if I pull it in, which is pretty legitimate considering some of my past automotive blunders involving inanimate objects. My parents and sister will vouch for that). Obvs, I’m a worrier, so I woke up worrying about a blizzard, and I looked out my window, and….
…nothing. Nada. Zilch.
Now, I’ve lived in Colorado my whole life, so I know that nothing-nada-zilch could turn into raging-beast-of-a-blizzard in no time flat, and they did get the longjohn-inducing temperatures right, because it’s NINE (yes, as in one number) degrees outside. But cold doesn’t bother me. I lived in Rand long enough to know that if it’s above zero–indeed, above 20 below–then there’s precisely nothing to complain about.
So, complain I will not. I’ll be out of here by six (I have a game plan that involves getting half of my shopping done before nine so I can make it to Marshall’s and Costco when they open), and hopefully home before dark. Because no one likes to unload a pickup worth of groceries and Christmas cheer in the dark.
Also, the deer around here are ENORMOUS and seem to enjoy jumping out in front of me en masse sans fear of death, so I like to drive while I can seem ‘em. There’s also elk that lurk around, and if you’ve never seen an elk, well, they’re gigantic, and if you have, you can just imagine what sort of damage one of those babies will do to any vehicle. Plus I feel SUPER terrible when I hit a bird or run over a prairie dog or something on the highway, I would feel even worse if I hit a deer. Especially if it didn’t die right away, which is pretty common, and then I’d have to call Bert to come put it out of its misery even though the DOW says it’s against the law to do that but they’re always too busy to come do it themselves and I hate letting things suffer and so does Bert so he just takes care of it but he hates shooting things and it’s really awful and see what happens when I get to imagining what could happen?
I read in a book once that people who don’t have much of an imagination are more pragmatic by nature and don’t worry because their minds don’t automatically skip around to all the things that could happen and could go wrong.
I believe this.
And when I say that some people don’t have much of an imagination, I don’t mean it in a bad way at all, because Bert’s that way. I mean, he can play with little kids and play games and be silly, but he would never convince himself that he’s going to halfway hit Bambi’s dad and be holding his head in his lap, with his deer family gathered all around (with his grandmother crying and his children crumpled in miserable heaps on the ground and his wife trying to keep up appearances but really dying inside) as he waits for him to die or for someone to come put him out of his misery.
That would never occur to him.
It’s obviously occurred to me.
I have a problem. I know.
Moving on to something less morbid.
Wahoo! Christmas cheer! Today, for my dose of Christmas cheer, I’ll of course be doing a little Christmas shopping, semi-obsessively checking the shipping status of our Christmas cards (they’re in Hodgkins, Illinois, people! Can you tell I’m excited about having Christmas cards? It makes me feel like a real adult who loves Christmas like a six-year-old and stuff!), and (drumroll) picking up the tree from my parents’ house! They’re letting us use their big artificial tree this year since they got a real one. Why artificial? Because a) real trees cost money, and our budget is tight at the moment, b) because I like to leave the lights on forever (not while sleeping, though, I promise) and that’s somewhat more of a fire hazard with a real tree and c) did you not read the above post? If I can imagine killing Bambi’s family while driving down the road, what could I imagine about the Christmas tree lighting on fire and trapping my dogs in a fiery conflagration?!? I’m working up to it, folks.
I’ll also be listening to Christmas music! Wahoo! Playlist is ready to go, iPod is charged, and it’s 5:15 and time for me to go dry my hair since I showered last night and it still isn’t dry!! Yesss. Happy Wednesday, y’all!