My holiday season in 2016 was dominated with preparations for a second knee joint replacement surgery. My preparations are peculiar to my personality. First, I’m a real “nester.” I want my surroundings to be fun and upbeat. For me, fall means decorating for specific holidays! This was going to be more difficult this year because I wanted all Christmas decorations to be completed before my November 30 surgery, but I didn’t want to ignore Thanksgiving. My turkey collection makes me smile.
|Dining Room Table ready for Thanksgiving|
I also had cooking I wanted to do before my surgery. We had homegrown produce I wanted to use. Our Meyer lemon tree, still potted in a half barrel container, yielded about a dozen lemons, and my friend gave me more from her huge lemon tree. I wanted to use my lemons, so I opted to make lemon blueberry muffins. I was able freeze muffins to eat for breakfast after my surgery.
|Lemon Blueberry Muffin|
We had an abundance of bell peppers late in the season. I was determined to use them, too. I made several dishes of stuffed peppers, some vegetarian and some stuffed with ground turkey. I froze small casseroles of stuffed peppers for post-surgery meals, then cut up the rest of the peppers to freeze and use for gumbo.
My most time-consuming and important task was insuring that my downstairs recovery space was to my liking. We don’t have a downstairs bedroom in our old house, so again we made up the sofa bed in the music/living room, complete with memory foam mattress.
Treble quickly embraced the idea of nesting in the living room bed. We watched a lot of football during the first month of my recovery (when I wasn't doing my physical therapy exercises).
Another friend and his wife prepared a Louisiana favorite of fried shrimp, fries, garlic bread and salad. And these were the meals I remembered to document with photos. For two weeks, Ricky and I didn't lift a finger in the kitchen.
After the music/living room was complete, I moved on to decorate the foyer, dining room, and my library because these would be the other downstairs spaces I would inhabit during the early weeks of my recovery. And when I say decorate, I mean I created my own Christmas world.
Every year I question my sanity but each year my inner child takes over and tells the adult to hush and just go with it. So I do.