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Greeting Cards Have Not been Sent…

With this morning’s icy weather forcing everyone to stay put, it was a perfect time to try and tackle the Christmas card project.  Usually I sit down with a glass of wine and get on it but since I started at 10am, I swapped out the wine for coffee.

I feel like my address book is an episode of “This is Your Life” as it takes me through my early adult life to the present day.  Seeing the names of those no longer here makes me a bit melancholy but it’s also an opportunity to remember them and reminisce. Each year I tell myself I should get a new address book but it is hard to let go of the people in this one.

Where I mess myself up in card writing is my unorthodox method (of madness) to where people get placed in the book. For some reason, I’ve kept all my female friends under the first letter of their maiden name. I have the married name too, but outside of the few that married someone with the same beginning letter of their maiden name, most of them are not under the correct letter. Usually this doesn’t cause a problem because I’m so used to this system but this morning (maybe because of the lack of wine) I drove myself crazy looking for addresses under the wrong letter. Might be time to re-do that system.

It’s always a treat to see pictures of everyone’s family, even of those I see now on Facebook. I can’t believe how the kids have grown yet truly, in my mind, we adults are still the same age. I only see the kids growing, not that adults aging. I admire how some people are able to get good pictures of their family. It’s always a challenge with us. When we would try and take one of all the kids, there was always one who was looking the wrong way or looked just plain weird. Guess that’s why Photoshop was invented.

As I was doing the cards today, The Carpenter’s song “Merry Christmas Darling” was playing in my mind. Like all Christmas songs, it’s been done by others but their version is the go to for me. Karen Carpenter had such a beautiful voice.

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