Walking Backwards

Today is the first day of my Holidalies postings and if you found my website through that, let me preface this entry by saying that I'm sorry. I was intending this entry as a sort of introduction and was going to include some heart-warming allegory involving my son or a kindly stranger or a flower blooming in the winter or some crap like that, but my day has sucked and, to be honest, the last thing I wanted to do today was write an entry about it. I would just like to get my laundry done, take a dose of Nyquil, and go to bed. However, I think that this is just the reason I signed up for this little experiment in journalistic continuity and will not be hampered by the bad times or business of the season. So, I give you the bulleted list of my day so I can move on:

- I was rear-ended on the highway while driving my son to preschool in rush-hour traffic. I told the driver that as long as she was fine, not to worry about it because the scratches on my bumper seemed minimal. They weren't upon further inspection.

- I had a handful of paperwork that I was supposed to turn in to several businesses about a charity auction I am on the committee of appear magically under the front seat of my car. This must be why these places have not called yet.

- The xerox machine kept messing up my double-sided copies.

- A cold front came through accompanied by freezing rain. It is now iced over outside and twenty-degrees. If you have anything to say about how this is not that bad compared to your part of the world - I say shove-it. I am living in Texas and should receive temperance in our cold at least. It was one-hundred and fifteen degrees this September, there is no middle-ground here.

- Apparently every business and school let out early because of the change in weather and the grocery store was a mad-house. Some woman stole the gallon of milk out of my cart because there was no more organic milk on the shelf.

This is the holiday season. Normally I'm not this bitter about it and I will be fine tomorrow, but I have to wonder if the joy of the season and the quest that people have for perfection is why I'm so bent out of shape. I want a joyous theme-song and a glowing aura of light to surround my activities and life during the holidays, especially now that I have my son. I want them to be as magical for him as they were for me when I was little. Damn everything else that gets in the way.

Better tomorrow - not so caustic and probably not holiday related.