Writing prompt-less makes me feel so exposed. Like one of those bad dreams where you’ve gone off to work and forgot to put pants on, only to realize when you arrive and notice people pointing and laughing.
I’m feeling relief that the big day is behind me. The gifts, the cooking and the baking are a lot of pressure but now that balloon’s been popped and I am relaxing. Deflating, but in a good way. A back to normal way.
It’s Boxing Day today and so that means big, big sales on stuff. I’m trying to be mindful to not get too caught up in consumerism, I really don’t need more stuff. But. That but. The deals are amazing.
There’s only one thing I have my eye on and it’s frivolous and ridiculous. A five foot tall white resin nutcracker. I collect nutcrackers and really adore them. Each year around the holidays I add at least one to my collection. This year I’ve already bought two.
So I should just ignore the fact that the five foot tall one is forty to fifty percent off, right? But what a good sale!!
It takes a lot of willpower to be good.
The photos are from the last day we went fishing in the boat, September 30. I haven’t been ice fishing yet this winter but Clint has several times. I’m too wimpy to go out ice fishing in -25 Celsius weather, no thanks.
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