Today I am grateful for so many things. While I did not get much sleep last night when I awoke I was in a terrific mood. I reread a terrific article about an Icelandic tradition of eating and drinking chocolate and reading books on Christmas eve.
It’s called Jolabokaflod, which basically means “Christmas book flood.” The tradition began during World War II, when basically everything was rationed in Iceland except for paper. So Icelanders started giving books as gifts for Christmas — and a new, brilliant tradition took root. Read more here. Even Jews Can Get Behind This Tradition
I love giving books for the holidays. Heck I love giving books all the time. I love books and I feel they make me happy so they usually make others happy. What’s not to love?
I had to finish some chores before the plumber came. I have not had hot water in the guest bathroom shower for a couple of months. When family visits they have to use the master bathroom shower which is very tiny. So the fact that he came while I am on break, fixed the problem, and was so pleasant made for a very happy morning. The only frustrating part is that I have no idea if what was charged is fair, over the going rate, or a special price. I am acting on faith that he was honest in his pricing. All we have is faith in the trades when they come in to our home.
I am grateful I finally delivered my last bowling ball gifts to a dear friend. She wasn’t home so I dropped off the rebar, the poles, the shells, and the bowling balls to her porch. Such a déjà vu moment. Before long all my friends will have bowling ball gardens also. It makes me want to go out and decorate another ball.
I went to the grocery store and picked up a few items and my husband’s meds. I am grateful that there were few people in the store and I got in and out very quickly. I did not stay long because I wasn’t feeling my best. I am grateful we have a fridge full of leftovers so lunch was easy.
I tried to take a nap after lunch I but was unsuccessful. It all worked out because I was able to talk with a dear friend, video chat with my cousin in MI, and have an email conversation with another friend. I am grateful for the wonderful people in my life.
I had some shocking and joyful news from my cousin. I mailed a package to her on Monday, Christmas eve, at 11:55 AM. I am grateful that the package traveled 2,391 miles and arrived today, the day after Christmas. I feel grateful that the post office was doing their best to get packages to people as close to Christmas as possible. While the box was not in fact, a Christmas present, it is the thought that counts. Sometimes packages take forever to get from point A to point B. I feel like they were doing their best to accommodate the Christmas rush. The irony is not lost on me. I am grateful that my cousin was able to open the box with her visitors present. She was explaining to her grand kids that just as they are meeting their cousins, I am her cousin. Family, family, family.
I continued with a long conversation with my dear friend. I am grateful she had time to kibitz with me. She has been overwhelmed with events, plans, and presents. I have missed our conversations.
I am grateful that I shall try once again to get a good night’s sleep. I really do need more that three or four hours to feel OK. I have completed my nightly chores and I am retiring to what I hope is a blissful deep slumber. And to all a good night.