The Red Perv Suit

Changing my plans to return to the Urban Homestead for Xmas got me putting on my Santa Suit and braving the shopping crowds this weekend. In the best of conditions, I am the world's lousiest condition. Mix in stress conditions, like an impending storm or holidays, and I become a complete basket case. I will do without before I navigate a rush crowd. I am a make-do artist, so I even enjoy the challenge of doing without. But. . . It has been 9 months since I have occupied my maternal throne in the Urban Homestead. Between honest nostalgia and the guilt over abandoning my post, putting on the red perv costume seemed a logical thing to do. I even bought generic wrapping paper and Xmas specific gift boxes.

I finished the shopping chore yesterday and stuffed the gift boxes last night. All that is left is to wrap the gifts which don't fit into the gift boxes and get the collective to the Post Office. Of course the gifts will get there after Santa Day, but. . . Isn't it the thought which counts?

My gut hurts. Don't know if I will ever get over my traumatic awareness of the class of men who are available for those temporary, low-pay shopping mall santa jobs. . .