Sunflower1920 said...
I hear ya Denise! After a while you gotta say **** it! My father and I asked my mom multiple times if she wanted us to get rid of the tree and it made her more angry and she said absolutely not!
I didn't mean to scare or annoy anyone either this and be all gloom and doom.
I have a fake tree in my bedroom, it's a pencil tree. My parent's always do a real tree as will I when I eventually move out.
Hi Sunflower, you didn't scare or annoy me. It's just that for the past year or so I feel that ever since covid arrived that there has been too much control in the world and that frustrates me. I'm just tired of it all and just want to enjoy life as much as I'm "allowed" to. I'm glad I don't live in NYC as there are so many regulations. Even in my old age there's a part of me that still rebels even just hearing about
it.
So, what you said about
the trees is fine as there are many people who are sensitive and really can't have a tree. I get that. Also I didn't know what DM 1 meant, duh! I had to google it and I'm guessing your Mom has diabetes type 1 which I'm very sorry. I do like your Mom's attitude about
not getting rid of the tree, lol!
I'm of the mindset where I refuse to let anything define who I am, whether it's moldy trees, a broken arm, sprained wrist, etc. Even when I was sick with lyme I wouldn't let it define me. I'm a human being first and everything after that comes second. When I was at my worst with lyme and bedridden I did things that made me happy (i.e.: I remember crocheting angels because I enjoyed it).
When I would fall down I would lay on the floor and start laughing at myself. Yeah, I'm a little crazy can you tell? Hey, at 65 years old I earned the right to be a bit nutsy! People who act normal bore me. I'll take crazy over normal any day.
Girlie, that is funny about
your husband eating Christmas
cookies while you decorate the tree! My 1st husband was the opposite, he loved to decorate the tree and house (he even put wrapping paper on all the doors) while I was in the kitchen cooking and baking. Our house looked like a winter wonderland!
Enough rambling,
Denise