Ben fixed my internet and computer issues this morning. My 20 years of experience with the internet and more than that with computers have not resulted in my becoming the least bit internet or computer savvy.
A month or so ago I tried to do something with my Facebook account that Emily could have done in less than 30 seconds, but me it took all morning—that’s how UNsavvy I am. So, thanks, Ben!—I shall regard it as your Christmas present to me!
. . . Speaking of Christmas . . .
. . . There is this family tradition with meatballs . . . .
For the past 30 or more years, 15 pounds of homemade meatballs and gravy simmering all day long in a crockpot have warmed and charmed us on Christmas Day.
I have usually made the meatballs far in advance of Christmas Day and stored them in the freezer until the big day.
Somehow, it slipped my mind this year.
So, I fear there may be all kinds of sadness on Christmas Day: “What??? NO MEATBALLS???!!!”
Cue the background music: “You’re a mean one Mister Grinch … your heart’s an empty hole, you’ve got garlic in your soul!”
Another confession: there’s no Christmas tree this year either.
“What??? NO CHRISTMAS TREE???!!!”
Cue the music: “You’re a monster Mister Grinch … (etc., etc.)”
To top it all off, there are also no outside lights decorating the eaves and bushes…
“… your soul is full of gunk, Mr. Grinch.”
Hopefully, Christmas will come anyway.
Hopefully, there will be so much Whoville-like Christmas Spirit and love amongst our family members that no one will even notice what is missing . . . .