football- Monday night football. Baseball- well when the Yankees play, we all watch.

Everything looks so cozy. Every room has a glitter of Christmas warmth. Somehow its done, almost every present wrapped. Tomorrow I leave this Brady Bunch children, almost all grown, to meet the expatriate child studying in France. Trying to tie up loose ends before the New Year- a Greek superstition- that everything needs to be organized- decks clear before the new year rolls in. Not quite there yet, but realizing that one girlfriend, teh friendship broken in an adolescent feud, will never be a friend and that the friendship as it stands is a pretence not worth it- awkward and disingenuous. Realize that ten years ago when the big Divorce happened thought I loved a man who ended up being gay- wow- and then fell for casa nova who had no business messing with a middle aged woman. But the feeling of cougar tantalized the fragile sensibility of a divorcing middle aged woman. But ended up a fool, ended up burning myself. As the new year approaches can't clean these messes up. I guess the key is to walk away.
There is so much in between, but now have a husband who is the mensch of all mensches- he makes other men seem wilted- not altogether pleasant as he picks his nose in front of Sunday night baseball- but a heart and soul of platinum. So why not let everything we messed up in the past go? Maybe the blog will get me there. 49 years old, mother of four, step mother of three- special education remedial teacher- matron of several homes. Suburban housewide with an urban soul. Will be in France for the next seven days. Ooo la lala