What a difference a week of new meds can do for the mind. The past month has been a roller coaster ride with mom as the disease, the dementia had over-taken her mind. Now…all is well. She knows who I am. Hallelujah…I am the real Carol. I am not her mother or the false daughter. I am the real deal. Well, the Big Guy likes the false Carol, hmmm, does that mean…
It is just his way to break up the stress surrounding mother’s health issues, especially the Christmas Day visit with her stocking filled with goodies; much yelling and shouting from a frustrated, angry mother, all directed at me. So, I left after 20 minutes.
By 4PM our kiddies, as in adult sons and daughter-in-laws had arrived, the cocktails had been mixed and we commenced the festivities. First the stocking. It is the best as Santa finds the most wonderful, funny, and practical pressies; like coffee cards, toothpaste, makeup remover pads, shaving blades for the hairy guys, a night at the movie coupon, a muddler for cocktails, a whisk or two, nightie-nightie eye shades for travelling on the plane, little mirrors, lipstick or lip balm holders, gum and more little wonders. We have a $25.00 limit for gifts. Of course, Santa has a bigger budget for one bigger gift or two. It was the perfect Christmas day. No over-indulging. No over-eating. No excess drinking. Really and truly we did have a wonderful afternoon and evening.
The scotch and bourbon tasting was fun. Some comments were: “this one has to go away” “odd tasting, like newspapers” “happy medium” “smokefest” “a little spicy” “long finish” and the winners were Ileach, Arran, Ardberg Airigh Nam Beist this year. The bourbons were Buffalo Trace and Jefferson’s. What do I know…I don’t drink the stuff. Although the Arran and the Glenmorangie Nectar D’Or smelled good and had a nice finish.