I’m not ready to write about my grandmother yet; I want to compose my thoughts a little better and process today before I try. Suffice it to say that as far as a funeral can be, it was a wonderful service with great anecdotes and some lovely thoughts spoken by both the reverends who were there.
Instead, I’ll write about tomorrow. Despite tomorrow being the last Saturday and the second to last day before Christmas, I am a little freaked out about the fact that I have to go out to buy some final gifts, but I think we can do it. We have no need to go to any major chain stores so we can avoid that frenzy. We need to go get the stocking stuffers for the kids and the presents for our families. I know pretty well what I want to get for everyone in my family and although George isn’t sure offhand, I know he has some ideas and he is always amazing at picking out gifts anyway. You know how there’s always that stereotypical guy who goes out and buys a gift at 4:45 pm on the 24th and he ends up bringing home something lame like a toothpick holder or a set of rosary beads for his non-Catholic wife? George is the guy who could actually get something GOOD at that same hour.
Still, I won’t relax until it’s all done. We also have to get some regular groceries for us and the supplies to make the lasagna and salad for my family when they come here on the 26th.
Basically, I just want to try really hard to get everything we need by the end of the day so that we can really relax on the 24th. I’m hoping that if we go out at all on Sunday that it’s strictly for the purpose of visiting friends or family.
It’s a good thing I don’t have an ulcer, considering all my last minute shopping stress. In the meantime I think it’s time for a cup of tea and some cookies to unwind, think about everything whirling around in my head, and then go to bed so I can effectively elbow my way through the crowds.