The holidays are upon us. The gifts are bought, almost wrapped, the tree is up and though there are no ornaments on it yet, there are lights. It's pretty freaking festive.
But it's going to be a weird one this year. Handsome Significant Other, who broke his knee on the ice last year getting me a package of Oreos, is finally getting surgery on one of his knees...three days before Christmas.
It's an outpatient thing and he'll be home, but we have no idea how he'll feel. Will he be able to climb the stairs or will he sleep on the couch admiring the unfinished tree? Will he finish wrapping gifts or will he stare into the distance in a drugged stupor while I try not to look at what I'm wrapping for him?
Perhaps he'll sit by the fire and wonder how Scrooge is doing.
It's been the weirdest year ever.
He broke his knee, he injured the good knee, he's become a familiar face at the local emergency room. Our last visit was after he poked himself in the eye with a plant. Scratched cornea. Two weeks of agony.
We met NY's governor, Trace Adkins, and I've talked to a slew of interesting people. We elected Barack Obama.
But all in all, I gotta say I'm ready for a new year. This one's been too weird even for me.
Happy new year and better luck to all in 2009!
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