Feeling very silly today! Must be because it’s Friday and we are planning some fun this weekend. Plus, I came downstairs this morning and noticed
. . . that Joe has been decorating. ♥
Despite the silliness, I have rather a serious subject to discuss with you.
OK, here goes: I have a very difficult request to make of you. It’s something I thought I would never say in my life, EVER. It’s actually against everything I stand for. 🙂 I’ve been so torn as to whether or not to even bring it up; I’ve racked my brain to think of a good way to do it. I’ve written it six ways from Sunday and I’ve come to the conclusion, there is no good way to say this without sounding like I’m looking a gift horse in the mouth, the opposite of gratitude, which is the way I truly feel: Grateful. But I have to do it, so taking a deep breath (as I said a paragraph ago but chickened out), here goes.
Please, darling wonderful creative people, don’t send me any more presents. I said it. That wasn’t so bad. It feels like a terrible thing to say for more reasons than one — you send me darling things! What am I thinking? But it’s gotten to be too much to handle. Joe is in line every day at the post office waiting for the man to give him the packages, he’s beginning to give me the evil eye about it. He’s a doll, but he has his limits, which are now overwhelmed with boxes.
Also, I open them and then, thinking I am going to find time to send a nice thank-you note, I keep the present intact with the card and the return address, so now there are stacks of them, on the kitchen and dining room tables that no one’s allowed to touch. I think you see the problem. Plus, the guilt level for a person who was raised to send thank you notes when she gets a gift, especially a beautifully wrapped handmade gift, is growing. A person should feel lucky to have problems like “too many presents!” I’ve been so blessed by your thoughtfulness; I’m sure I’ll regret this someday, so I’d like to reserve the right to say, “OK you can start sending me presents again!”
You should know that the greatest gift you can give me is when you comment, share, and are a part of this blog. That’s what I love best. You inspire me! You give me gifts every day when you do that! Plus, by freeing up my P.O. Box, you give me the gift of time, which is the greatest gift of all (as the Gladys Taber quote above says). ♥XOXO
I just wouldn’t want you to think I’m not appreciative of the thought that goes into the wonderful things you send. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. ♥
And you know what’s really not fair? I get to give YOU gifts! SO not fair. But, that just has to be the way the cookie crumbles; there is only one of me, no possible inundation can occur.
And especially today, because, YES, it’s time, once more, to announce the lucky winner of our random drawing for the vintage Christmas book!
Or, would you like to think about it more? Time out for a short prayer? OH, you’re ready? OK, here goes . . . the Random Number Generator is up to his elbow in the hat with the names in it, digging, digging; round and round he goes. (Have I told you RNG looks very much like Harvey in that old Jimmy Stewart movie? He does!)
Why is he going so slow?
COME ON Random Number Generator, choose one!!! (He’s a big tease.)
He’s got one! He’s pulling it out. It’s coming, it’s coming, here it is, surfacing, now give it to me RNG, please. No, no, let’s not play, give it, give it, no, give it to me right now! You are so bad. Thank you. Let’s see, what does this say? Where are my glasses. Just a minute. JOE HAVE YOU SEEN MY GLASSES??? Oops, NEVER MIND, I FOUND THEM (RNG had them). It’s coming into focus . . . ah yes, the winner is. . .
L I N D A M U N R O ! ! !
So happy for you Linda! Please leave me a message so I know how to send you the book!
And these girls are what our weekend will be all about . . . This is Eliza and Maggie, coming from New Hampshire today! Aren’t they darling? So off I go, to finish getting everything ready for them.