The end of the year is drawing nigh, and the Fulwiler family is skidding in for a landing. I’m late for everything, behind on all deadlines, have put the kids on the Minecraft homeschool curriculum, and am telling myself through gritted teeth that our tree only has five decorations haphazardly thrown onto it (not counting the ten that the cat swatted onto the floor) because we’re good Catholics who don’t really get Christmas going until the 25th.
So here is an admittedly phoned-in, two-hours-late, off-the-top-of-my-head version of 7 Quick Takes:
I always make sure that my post is up by midnight so that people who are waiting up to add their names to the 7 Quick Takes link-up can do so on a predictable schedule. However, my own life does not run on a predictable schedule, which means that between the hours of midnight and 1:30 AM on Thursday nights, there is often some sort of bizarre, hastily dashed off placeholder post. Like this one from today:
UPDATE: It occurs to me that my new title and content are actually not much better than the original.
UPDATE #2: Seriously, people: this is my best effort.
Next year we need to shut down the internet from Thanksgiving until New Year’s Eve. I’m okay with social media being left online, since any form of communication whose primary purpose is letting your friends know what you had for lunch and posting funny pictures of cats is about the right level of depth for this season, but all blogging and article-writing needs to go. Let’s face it: those of us who write are all feeling guilty because we don’t have time to update and we’re totally slacking on what we do write, and those of us who like to read worry that we’re missing good content because we don’t have time to do our usual web surfing.
Therefore, I’m going to spend next year searching for that elusive INTERNET ON / INTERNET OFF switch I’ve been looking for for a long time now, and I’m just going to shut the whole thing down for the entirety of December and put us all out of our misery. It might sound painful, but I promise you that you’ll ultimately be relieved when you turn on your computer next December 1 and see only a notice that says “Internet Shut Down Because Jen Says So.”
Another contributing factor to me being short on time this week was that I went to see my hematologist and mentioned that I had some pain in one of my legs. When you’re homozygous for a blood clotting disorder and have a history of DVT and pulmonary embolisms, that kind of remark buys you a trip to the hospital for an ultrasound of your leg.
After spending half a day dealing with that, we discovered that my right leg is kind of a mess. The good news is that there are no new clots in major veins, but there are some superficial clots, as well as narrowing of the veins due to the DVT and other previous clotting episodes. This explains why that leg is always swollen, frequently hurts, and why my ankle looks like something out of a medical textbook. I now need to go in for a follow-up ultrasound as well, just to make sure that it’s still all jacked up (actually I’m not sure why — there were a couple of kids yelling when the nurse called).
I was hoping that I’d be done with doctors for a while after our epic year of medical drama, but it looks like this may be a recurring theme.
Sarah of Amongst Lovely Things came up with a fantastic idea for an end-of-year blog roundup: it’s called “Most” Posts of 2013 and it’s where bloggers list their posts that fall into categories like “Post with the Most Clicks,” “Post with the Most Comments,” or “Posts that Was Hardest to Write.” If you’re a blogger it’s a great way to look back on your writing from this year, and if you’re a reader it’s a great way to discover new writers. LOVE this idea. Definitely check it out!
What’s your favorite Christmas song? Mine is What Child Is This? As an atheist-to-Christian convert, I find the lyrics to this song to be particularly poignant and powerful:
Yesterday I was holding my two-year-old and she happened to take notice of my Our Lady of Guadalupe Necklace (the same one from this picture with the baby):
“Who’s that?” she asked.
I told her it was Mary, and she shook her head no, indicating that I was mistaken. I repeated that it is indeed Mary.
She shook her head again, this time with emphasis. To explain where I had gone wrong, she looked up at me and explained: “No. Mary hold baby.”
I find it so touching that, to her, the Blessed Mother is so closely associated with cuddling innocent new life that she can’t imagine her without the baby Jesus in her arms.
Merry Christmas, everyone!