It’s a quiet Christmas Day here at home. We had nothing planned for a holiday dinner. We had no plans for visitors. We had no gifts. We had no decorations. We had nothing particularly in mind at all, except for the minor detail that we planned to celebrate Christmas 1000 miles from here.
Our two-day driving trip to New Mexico, planned to begin early Tuesday, was interrupted before it began. My partner in crime woke up that morning so dizzy he could hardly stand up—and no, before you ask, overindulgence in eggnog or hot buttered rum or some other holiday beverage was not involved.
It was apparently an inner ear problem, possibly caused by a virus or possibly not. Or maybe it was some sort of flu. Aside from pills to help reduce the dizziness, 21st century medicine didn’t have much to offer. The doctor said it should get better in a few days. In the meantime, traveling was not a reasonable option.
This caused some disappointment and inconvenience, especially for those who were expecting us for Christmas Day. It also caused us to stop and pay attention to the things we could be thankful for. Like the bug showing up before we left instead of making its presence known somewhere along the way. Or the fact that we had already enjoyed our major Christmas celebration with relatives. Or the blessing of flexible self-employment, so moving a trip back a few days isn’t a problem.
He’s feeling much better, and we will probably set out on our trip tomorrow. Or maybe the next day. Or possibly the day after that. In the meantime, there were the two friends who came over this afternoon. They brought gifts of conversation, laughter, and wonderful leftovers from their family dinner on Christmas Eve.
No gifts? No tree? No big celebration? No problem. It’s been a good day.
Merry Christmas, everyone.