A quiet night

As anticipated its a very quiet weekend...a very quiet evening.  I'm hoping today is "chemo bottom" and Roger will start the climb back up tomorrow.  He feels pretty rotten and is very foggy & tired. Nausea, vomiting.... the familiar dreaded drill.  He has hardly said a word over the last 24 hours.  There have been quite a few grunts, and quite a few "looks" but that's about it.  And, who can blame him.  Its been a long haul of not feeling good. The quieter he gets....the chirpier I get.  Hoping maybe my goofiness and "good cheer" will help pull Roger out of the worst of it.  We're quite the odd couple. 

Roger has spent most of the day has been spent in the recliner asleep or mindlessly staring at the TV.  Hot and cold flashes all day.  So Roger alternates between hibernating under multiple blankets including an electric blanket to peeling layers off to no blankets.  With the most recent wave of chills this evening, I ran a hot bath for him...and that was the last I've seen of him.  He soaked in the tub for a good long time and then climbed into bed.  I doubt I'll see him any more until I go up to bed but you never know.

I in turn spent most of the day running errands to stay out of the way...and to get stuff done.  I was able to have lunch with my parents and share a little Christmas cheer.  Managed to do a little grocery shopping with the thought I would bake all afternoon.  Its 10:00 pm now and I haven't baked a thing, haven't washed a dish, gosh....I haven't even put away all the groceries.  I guess tomorrow will be busy with baking, cleaning, putting the rest of the groceries, not to mention wrapping a few miscellaneous presentsetc.   The biggest activity this late afternoon was putting out luminaries.  The entire neighborhood does it.  You have to put the whole thing together, white paper bags, sand in the bottom, little white votive candles. Then you walk off your yard, putting the bags out along the curb.  The neighborhood is actually very pretty with all of the bags lit up.  So, around 4:00 after assembling all the bags I set about placing 40 some odd bags along the curb and then did the same for the old gal across the street.  And, then had to circle back to light all the bags.  I can look out the windows now to see the glow up and down the street.  It really is pretty.

Its that time of year.  All kinds of holiday merriment captured on TV in every version of holiday story. (TV is my companion tonight)  And, I must confess, I love virtually all of the holiday stories.  I have a few absolute favorites.  The all time fav for me is "The Christmas Story" about the little blond boy named Ralphie who wants the Red Ryder BBGun.  Honestly, I don't care how many times I see the show, I giggle out loud - no, I flat out laugh out loud.   Sure, "Its a Wonderful Life" has a great story and is super sweet....but the humor and sarcasm in "The Christmas Story" leaves me laughing every time.  How many of us have heard our mothers say "you'll poke your eye out with that..." Whatever "that" was in our respective worlds.   Roger just padded back into the room and plopped in the chair, reviewed what was on TV and announced.  "haven't you seen that a million times?"  My response, "Yes and loved it every single time, just like when I see Sound of Music, or the Wizard of Oz"  .

I think I'll stop now.  I'm trying to persuade my hubby to join me here on the sofa so I can rub his feet and legs in a hope of distracting him from how badly he feels.  I may have to turn the channel to a non-holiday program ....to keep him in the room.  He doesn't have much hohoho in him presently.  Hopefully his hoho will return next year.  Will write more tomorrow.  Hope the big jolly fat dude makes a stop by your house bringing you and yours good health, love, and endless laughter.  xxooxx~ a (and a tired r)