That's how I feel about the holidays. This two-hour nap time that I am sitting in right now (watching a movie and typing and emailing) is a small quiet window and looking out from it I can see the next two hectic weeks.
Today I dropped off my Brother-in-law at the train station. He spent the Thanksgiving weekend with us, down from Palo Alto. He was a wonderful guest and Claire loves him.
Every night this week has plans. One of my favorite cousins will be visiting with her 4 kids for the weekend (and we are so excited to see them. Her husband is one of the hubbs' favorite people and the only person in my family who loves sports as much as he does) and next week I make a quick trip to Utah for the unveiling of the book that my mom and her painting group are putting together. In between those events we will be decorating a tree, reading stories, making dinner and trying to figure out what to get the hubbs for Christmas (I am taking suggestions).
The frenzy is daunting but exciting (and will only be followed by another trip to Utah for Christmas and a family reunion Cruise in January).
Does anyone else feel like this about this time of year? I love it, but sometimes just thinking about it makes me feel dizzy.
And, in a total non sequitur* here is a Thanksgiving quote my mom read to me over the phone this morning. And some pictures of the weekend
The Pilgrims made seven times more graves than huts. No Americans have been more impoverished than these who, nevertheless, set aside a day of thanksgiving.
*I just had to use google to figure out how to spell sequitur. Spell check didn't know what I was talking about but google did. Google always knows what I'm talking about.