Don’t we all just hate the image of a person who sits around watching T.V. all day?  I remember when I grew up there’d be retired folks who had the set on from morning until night, and I thought oh brother, I’m never gonna be doing that.  So imagine how proud I felt for not being addicted to the TV but then realized sitting at the dining room table watching You Tube on a laptop is just another new monkey on my back.

From psychologists explaining narcissistic personality disorder to Piers Morgan trashing Meghan Markle, I find it nearly impossible to do anything but hunt for an intriguing new link and click on it.  I’m hoping this is somehow winter-related, and by spring I’ll have snapped out of it and have a more manageable heroin addiction or something like that.

And it being December, it means I fill my maw with especially bad things such as those Dominos, little chocolates made in Germany.  They’re like a mini petit fours, and have a layer of gingerbread, one of apple jelly, and then one of marzipan and the whole thing is coated in chocolate.  Then there’s the dreaded maraschino chocolates which 98% of humans hate, but sadly, I am one of the 2%.

Though difficult, I’m waiting until December 14 before allowing myself to buy egg nog, as then it’s time for that delicious liquid punched up with a nice bit of whiskey.  It’s almost a miracle to have lived this long when you think of the long list of somewhat questionable foods and drinks I’ve imbibed.

Because everyone has everything, I think giving less to them and more to the poor is a better option for me this Christmas.  I was at the Gospel Mission thrift store with Elsa the other day and I saw the staff talking to a young woman who was crying.  I heard them say to her “you just take whatever it is that you need” and she was thanking them through her tears to which they said no thanks needed.  I had to walk on by in a terrible hurry as I could’ve cried right along with that woman.

For overweight, spoiled people such as myself, I can easily hum along to “it’s the most wonderful time of the year” while browsing the aisles at Superstore, but I imagine if you’re at rock bottom, hearing that must be galling.  I always think there for the grace of God go I, and all of us really, given how life can turn on a dime.

Calvin and I put up the Christmas lights, he did the bulk of it, and as a reward I’ve made a large vat of boeuf Bourguignon for him. We have new neighbours across the way so I hope they like our efforts.  We’re having our annual Christmas party in a couple of weeks so the guests will be pleased, I’m sure.

I wouldn’t be able to have a fruitcake business with today’s shocking prices.  Two containers of cherries at the bulk food store came to $46.00.  That’s for seven small fruitcakes, then add the pecans, chocolate and brandy and each one would be about $20.00 to make.  But this is one of mom’s favourite things, so she gets all seven fruitcakes for herself.

Habits vs addictions, I mean how do we really know which is which?  I can’t stop going to thrift stores despite knowing there’s no room in this overly-full house for one more thing.  I might sort this one under addiction as I know one day I’m going to find that one-of-a-kind treasure.