We had great holidays when I was a kid. I mean really epic ones. Especially Thanksgiving and Christmas. They were postcard perfect in most ways. But, as I got older, they got tedious. My parents were very kind to my husband but it was clear to me that they liked him as much as I did - not much. And holidays, particularly, got not fun. So I swore off. And, for the next 15 years, I spent all holidays by myself or with friends.
Daddy died in 1999 and I fell into a habit of flying to Charleston, SC and spending Thanksgiving with my mom. We had some really fun Thanksgivings. Traveling there and back was a PIA but it was worth it. She died in 2005.
Especially when I retired in 2012, holidays turned into annoyances. Stores and businesses I wanted were closed, people left town, things didn't hum along like they needed to for ME.
But, over the last year or so, I've changed my mind. Holidays now mean traffic on the bridge coming home from the pool gets very more reasonable. Even this morning, I was able to swim early and the traffic home wasn't bad at all. And I don't mind the closures so much either. TV shows go on hiatus but Amazon and Netflix fill in the void.
Today, I have a bit of an adventure. I'm off to the Seattle Art Museum to see the Yves St. Laurent exhibit. I fully expect to be turned away at door for some reason or another, in which case, the adventure will be a lovely walk.
I may pop into the Target across the street from the museum and check their craft supplies. I need a good, cheap colorful felt source. Who knows what else might happen?