I used to order from catalogs a lot. Before you could order anything on line. Order from just one catalog, and your mailbox is never empty. So starting in October, I would look through each catalog, mark and fold down the corner of that page. By the end of October, I would have marked enough stuff to start seriously look at some items I had marked. All year I had stored in my mind, things folks would say that they would love to have one of "that." So as I went through the stack of catalogs, I started to order. Within a couple of days, I had everyone on my list covered and ordered for. Then I managed to awake the hate the mailman and UPS man had developed for me. It seems like every day there was a delivery.
By mid November I had everything wrapped. I now had time to enjoy the holidays. I loved going in town with my sister to different free Christmas concerts. Look at all the lights. Hear the music in the stores as I walked around. Listen to the street performers sing or play their instruments. And every year we managed to squeeze in going to the Boston Ballet to see "The Nutcracker".
It wouldn't be Christmas if we missed that. We also loved going to the Trinity Church in Copley Square to hear the complete "Hallelujah
". I miss doing all that. I was thinking of trying to get my daughter to go to a conceret with me. We will see.
Illegitimi non carborundum!
I don't want my last words to be, "I wish I had spent more time doing housework"