Incredibly tired and incredibly sore... this year is wearing me out and I feel I can't give enough to my Photo because of yearbook. I have truly grown to be a grumpy ole gal when it comes to that thing... but I am not sorry.
I have a pile of reading - zines, magazines, books - and at 8 pm Friday I was reading the same line over and over... not comprehending... you know what that means... bed time. AT 8 PM!!! Jeez...
Had Main Street volunteering to do starting at 9 the following morn... we were replacing the mums in the 50 or so urns with Christmas greenery. Last year there was a florist/designer doing that while we had an assembly like thing going getting the branches ready... well, this year, I was the one to do the urns. Yikes! I thought I would just be trimming and doing helper stuff. My dad helped by trimming the pine and putting the white birch in. I did the rest. The whole town sees this stuff and this is the kind of thing that get more merchants to join our organization so lots of pressure. Apparently I did a good job... and the red wagon from school came in handy. Then I was tying a light up caroler to the tree in front of the library and ... riiip... cut my arm on a real jagged broken bulb. Last time I ended up in the ER with cellulitis, this time I bleed profusely. All in a day's work....
But three hours of cutting, bending, shoving branches in peat and I could barely walk. And I had to drive Sparky to New Hope for dinner with the Vasa's since Spiffy is in the shop! But I made it... I am just delighted that this is a short week.
Oh, and cleaned out two pomegranates and cut and baked the pumpkin to prepare for making pie. I need a break...
ps: Sparky is the name of the Prius... hubby's car is Spiffy...
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