It’s beginning to look a lot like nap time
December 4, 2013 —
Yes, I’m tired… and it’s only just begun. Before anyone accuses me of being a Grinch, let it be said I’m big a fan of the holidays, but a little bit goes a long way for me, and the older I get, the less I need. There was a time (long ago and far away) when it seemed as if I couldn’t get enough and wanted the festivities to go on forever, but as anyone over 40 knows, time keeps on slippin’, slippin’… and last I looked, it was the Fourth of July.
As the calendar year flies by, I hear folks in the Upper Delaware River Valley asking, “Where did it go?” or “Wasn’t it just yesterday that the sun set after eight?” In fact, time passes exactly the way it used to, but we perceive it differently as we age. I’m not one for letting the grass grow underfoot, what with the myriad of activities happening all year ‘round here in the country, but careening from Halloween to Thanksgiving to Christmas? Well, a nap sounds mighty good right about now.
“You can sleep when you’re dead,” my mother whispers in my ear, “so get up, get out, and live!” All-righty, then. I did take a day off last week in honor of Thanksgiving, but there was a bit of work involved making the chopped liver (Mom’s hallowed recipe) in anticipation of spending time with friends, having visited with family the week before. Favoring “fun” over dysfunction seemed prudent, and the invitation to participate in an “Old Fashioned Karaoke Thanksgiving” sounded like a hoot, so off I went—liver, crackers and ever-present dog at my heels. Thankful for oh-so-many things (too numerous to name here) I joined in the conversation, shared some stories of past holiday histrionics and croaked out a pitiful version of “Cabaret” before beating a hasty retreat toward home and the nap that never came.