I feel I have to be bigger than life flinging myself into the arms of the world with total abandon
Lest I be swallowed up by unnoticed detail ****** into the eye of the storm that place of no happening ringed by my frenzy
I have to be the one who supplies enthusiasm who lights candles decorates tries to make packages pretty with curly ribbons fancy paper maybe even sparkles
The frou-frou stuff
If I didn't what then?
For holidays we'd eat at a naked table (and I don't mean picnic fare) our food on paper plates without a single eyebrow raised
it's tough to be outnumbered "outgunned" by testosterone
though over the years I've toned down the frou-frou just a bit I smile do what I can and live my life like the Little Red Hen
Around Christmas time I was having a conversation with my doctor (who is a female). She asked about Thanksgiving so I said "it was nice" or some such then went on to tell her that I had put candles on the table and was bemoaning the fact that I could find no means with which to light them. One of my two sons said "Oh, we can just pretend they're lit." (The other and my husband agreed.) She understood completely, said she had spent an entire day decorating for the holidays. Son came home - nothing. Husband - nothing. They didn't even notice. Her daughter came home and could hardly stop exclaiming her pleasure and excitement over the decorations!!