Australia

When I was in grade school, our librarian read us the book Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day by Judith Viorst.  In it the main character, Alexander, has a bad day from a build up of small irritants like waking up with gum in his hair.  I fondly remember the line, “I’m having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day…I think that I’ll move to Australia.”  Possibly, because our librarian built a small fort with a beanbag inside that she referred to as Australia.  She encouraged us to visit Australia and read a book whenever we needed a break.

We have entered The Holiday Corridor where I count down the days to the New Year.  I do not bask in the holiday glow.  I want to, I really do.  But, Christmas stopped being a magical time for me when I was still a little girl and now I simply try to get through the season as gracefully as I can.

I stay busy and tackle fun new recipes like the Turducken.  Such a dreadful name, I prefer Debbie’s suggestion of Duckturken.  And today, I’m going to tackle the Cherpumple, a crazy compilation of three pies baked into three cakes that I hope to bring to the band booster party tomorrow night.  Fingers firmly crossed.  I’ve learned that you need to make your own Australia.   

P.S. Have a wonderful holiday season!

And if you struggle with the blues and winter sadness, please know that you are not alone.