I am prepping for my only holiday market of the season.
Next week, I will close my Etsy shop and turn to gift
making and, perhaps, relaxing. There is so much I've
left undone this season. I held no crafting classes,
no baking classes, and I've done no baking.
I will do no baking. This is one of our changes this year.
It's one of the ripples that has come from G's continuing
physical recovery. Food is medicine, and sugared,
baked goods are not part of that regime. It might seem
small, but we all feel it. That part of the holidays,
the making, the smell, the feel of production, the
aspects we did together and apart, will be missing,
but it is better to have it gone than to do it halfway
and leave our Sweet G out of the warmth.
We will do other things, ornament making, puzzles,
games, but it is still a tangible missing part of our
In truth, it is a small thing. We have friends on much
more difficult eating plans than ours. G's returning
health, and already regained strength is the
important thing. The small gains have gathered
together in to larger ones. G is almost back to full
activity level. This last week she took two full
Taekwon Do classes, next week she is planning on
three. Her face has such a lovely glow; gone is the
blue tinged, sallow girl of the summer. Every day
is another step, and most of them are forward.
So, tomorrow is a holiday market, and the week
after is the last week of school before the holidays.
Big E is already on his winter vacation, and perhaps
in this week, he and I might find some time together.
I have plans for personal sewing projects, and perhaps
they will happen. Perhaps they won't. Next week, I
will finish putting up the holiday decorations, or
maybe I'll just put those boxes back the basement.
There is choice in these things, and in this time of
our lives where so much is dictated, I will take that
feeling of freedom where I can.