Christmas Time.

I have to say, it is such a beautiful Sunday morning to spend in pyjamas watching Friends ad- nauseum on Netflix. Otherwise called HAVING A DAY OFF.
Sometimes it feels as if this time will never come & then when it does it’ll pass just as quickly. Yesterday I delighted in my Christmas obsession with checking out the first of many craft shows of the season in Kitchener. I do love shopping local and checking out some of the neat finds for potential gift giving. Afterword I met up with a close friend who also happened to be in town and we delighted in sushi which completely made my evening as Stratford doesn’t know what sushi is.
Today my man and I along with some friends will be taking in the Christmas merriment in St. Jacobs. I do love this time of year.

Work has been… well, work. I’m getting used to the whole home care deal – NO, I haven’t quit – as I think its making all the difference now that I have more of a schedule with regular clients. And even though my company is un-organized beyond belief, I DO love love love my clientèle. I leave after my time with them feeling happy and satisfied that I was able to help them and that is WHY I am a PSW in the first place.

On the weekends I do work I work BOTH jobs so that I can always have one weekend off. It’s tiresome to say the least but I keep telling myself that this is only temporary.

I have no idea what I will be doing come Christmas Day. Maybe I’m working? I hope to find that out soon so I can attempt to make plans with people, I miss so many people.

Also. I know this has NOTHING to do with the overall theme of my blog, but I feel compelled to say something. Paris breaks my heart. Syria breaks my heart. Violence of any kind in the world hurts me deeply even though I don’t express it much. What REALLY scares me, is the “us vs. them” mentality that’s slowly coming out of this. Have we learned NOTHING from history? We cannot blame an entire population of people – regardless of creed, religion, hair colour, WHAT EVER – for a group of loonies. Stop that, stop that right now.

Until next time.

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