Christmas Vacation

I am on the next-to-last day of my Christmas vacation back in New York. It was wonderful and ... worrying I guess. I mean, everyone is getting older. My parents, Blake's parents, everyone's parents.

My grandparents seem old, like ... old. My mother's mother looked so thin and pale this holiday and no one told me that my other grandma has become more confused. It's really scary, but she still has a positive attitude and recognizes everyone (for the most part).

But I had a great Christmas. I decided that this holiday I would be the person I've always wanted to be, openly grateful for time together and helpful and positive. A big crack in my plans occurred when my brother decided he wasn't coming down for Christmas. He worked in the morning, so we watched my niece and nephew and they had dinner with us. By presents time, both he and his wife were out of work. She came down and he did not.

I know it's not that he didn't want to see any of us. He just lets his worries completely engulf him. Then he feels bad for taking it out on other people. Anyway, I did end up seeing him and hugging him twice. We did convince my grandma to come for Christmas, but he couldn't be persuaded.

Anyway, Blake and I did have a great Christmas vacation. I got to spend time with my parents, his parents and got to see the French family and spend time with a dear friend of mine, Lorae.

It was very sad, saying goodbye to my parents yesterday. So I'm watching The Office to cheer myself up. The British version, because I could use some dirty humor.