The Old Widow: Christmas Number 7

Well, this year,  arthritis has taken its toll. Nothing is done without pain attached. That includes sitting, standing, bending and twisting. Every bottle top, every package that comes in the mail, every pill bottle, every plug that needs plugging – it all hurts. I am determined that more exercise will limber up my body and I hold to that theory – even if it is only to make myself feel better.

That means that the Christmas lights have challenged me to no end this year.

When I first moved here, I invested in flimsy light-up Canadian Tire spiral trees and have about 12 of them in my downstairs storage room which I call – “THE DUNGEON” . These  trees are 6 feet tall, which is the height of my storage room ceiling. This means I have to hold each one sideways to get it out of two access doors, around the rec room furniture, up a flight of stairs and through the front door. I have knocked those things around so much that they are literally falling apart.

Needless to say, the last three years of having them totally iced up outside didn’t help either.

I have nursed them back to health each year and struggled with re-stringing them, but –  no more!!!!!!!!!!

I took the best three this year and stood them outside in easily accessible spots. I did not stake them in this time. With the first strong wind or storm, they will tumble over, freeze to the ground and be forever destroyed – what must be must be!

I then got into the box of icicle lights that Jim used to hang on the front of our house. They were so beautiful and he was so meticulous – I think I have avoided getting into these for fear of the memories they would bring back.   When I unpacked the lights, he had actually tagged each set neatly and labelled some of them with “needs repair”. Well, after those strings got axed, about half of Jim’s icicle lights had survived the cull.

I am still using the flood lights and the “light-up-head-moving bear” – but their days are numbered too.

Easy is better than challenging sometimes, and in this seventh Christmas, I am waving the surrender flag and inviting new ways of seeing and doing things. Not that I am getting lazier now – just that I am valuing my time and what I can do with it when I am not trying to chisel flood lights into the frozen ground.

My new doodle puppy, Willow, my old companion Mikki and my three cats, Louie, Mel and Jake are glad I have more time with them.

Merry Christmas !

One response to “The Old Widow: Christmas Number 7

  1. As I sit here in the 8th Christmas, I can see, after reading last year’s blog, that I had been slowly killing myself with lack of activity and over-eating. I was in pain all the time and, in reading this, I can understand how depression can kill you. On December 29th, 2019, I took charge of my life. I have, in the last year lost 36 pounds and rediscovered myself. I have ribs I can feel and those hip bones are still there – I can see them now. I do not take any medication for arthritis and I can go into stores and buy clothes that are NOT black. It seems as though I am moving ahead in a happier way. Life is not compensatory anymore but it is alluring and exciting in so many ways. Merry Christmas to the 8 year widow!!!

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