Xmas frustrations

Breaking down boxes. It was always a pain the day of/the day after, but nowadays there's no respite even in the lead-up: Amazon gleefully keeps the cardboard industry going, and some days it seems I'm responsible for recycling every square centimeter of it.

Gets old, fast.
That's why we call it Boxing Day here. Though I've also heard it's because promoters used to stage boxing fights for 26/12.
 
I spent Christmas 1993 in Korea. It was cold, damp and lonely. I was able to talk to my kids for 5 minutes total on a phone call patched through a short-wave radio. Somehow the sewage system spilled into the freshwater system so there was no drinking or showering water on base, you could smell chlorine everywhere as they super chlorinated the system. Christmas dinner was kimchee and bulgogi at a little hole in the wall cafe in "Silver City" just off base.

After that, minor holiday annoyances aren't so annoying
 
I spent Christmas 1993 in Korea. It was cold, damp and lonely. I was able to talk to my kids for 5 minutes total on a phone call patched through a short-wave radio. Somehow the sewage system spilled into the freshwater system so there was no drinking or showering water on base, you could smell chlorine everywhere as they super chlorinated the system. Christmas dinner was kimchee and bulgogi at a little hole in the wall cafe in "Silver City" just off base.

After that, minor holiday annoyances aren't so annoying

This helps put things in perspective.
I'm reminded of the lyric from the Joe Walsh song: "I can't complain, but sometimes I still do." I've been guilty as charged of that.
 
There's a shadow over this one because last week, after some tests, we were told my wife's cancer is back. They feel she'll be fine, its operable and that will happen end of January, but it brings back a lot. Her mom, dad, sister all died of cancer over the last ten years and we almost lost her in 2014.

We're not telling anyone until after the holidays. We're going to be selfish and keep the joy to ourselves for now.


Fa La la la la.
Sorry to hear this. Best wishes for a successful surgery and speedy recovery.
 
I spent Christmas 1993 in Korea. It was cold, damp and lonely. I was able to talk to my kids for 5 minutes total on a phone call patched through a short-wave radio. Somehow the sewage system spilled into the freshwater system so there was no drinking or showering water on base, you could smell chlorine everywhere as they super chlorinated the system. Christmas dinner was kimchee and bulgogi at a little hole in the wall cafe in "Silver City" just off base.

After that, minor holiday annoyances aren't so annoying
I spent Christmas 1994 in the Panama Concentration Camps shortly after the riots (the P.C. term was "Safe Haven Camps", but a rose by any other name ...), and we didn't have a phone there to call my wife and kids. It was days later during my scheduled one-day-off at Ft Clayton where I could find a phone to call them.

Times like that can help us grow and appreciate the simple things in life.
 
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