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I’m amazed and pleased to report that my shout-out worked – apparently Richard still reads CW even though I have been somewhat less than diligent about keeping shit up to date. The better news is that he is in town from tomorrow until Jan, and the best part is, I will get to see him and T. while they are here. Rawk! Though I may have to slap Richard with a glove and challenge him to a duel for disparaging my ability to use my internet tools effectively. The first sentence of his email to me was: “You CLEARLY haven’t yet mastered your google-fu.” Rich, if you can find out what language Eartha Kitt is singing C’mon a My House! in on her In Person at the Plaza (Live) album, then and only then will I admit your fu is more in tune than mine. I cannot for the life of me figure it out. And no checking non-internet sources, you…academic.
I’m pretty much ready for the big event, except some wrapping that I’m working on tonight, along with charging the camera and getting those few Christmas cards that didn’t goo oot together so they can goo oot. (I’ve been tracking down addresses and suchlike. Would you people stop moving around, and occasionally, dying? Do you have any idea how much more difficult you make my life?) Not that they will arrive on time, but…is that really the point?
If so, I am fukt.
Tomorrow morning: laundry and vacuuming! Tomorrow afternoon: Aunt Val’s for the Complete Family Dinner, and then heading for a sleep-over at Grandma & Grandpa’s. I love still having grandparents at 32.
Will wake up Christmas morning and – apparently – start drinking. The evidence (Why can’t you just believe me? Have I ever lied to you?) from a recent email exchange:
Mom: That is great that you are staying over Christmas Eve [Mom & Gram live about a ninety second walk away from one another]. Grandma was really worried about you. We can have Bloody Marys for breakfast.
Dane: Bloody Marys for breakfast on Christmas morning. Ew. I can’t decide if that’s sacrilege or just appropriate.
Mom: OK, we’ll have Caesars.
So then, here is likely what the day will look like, courtesy of W.C. Fields: “Christmas at my house is always at least six or seven times more pleasant than anywhere else. We start drinking early. And while everyone else is seeing only one Santa Claus, we’ll be seeing six or seven.”
Also, who (organizationally speaking) gives Christmas hams to their major vendors? Specifically to their customer service rep, who is Muslim? Ken, who is the rep’s right-hand-man, became the lucky recipient of this largesse today. Though I believe he tried to get them to raffle it off with the rest of the goodies that had arrived in the office. No dice. He came by after work rosy-cheeked with wine and exertion (“You wouldn’t believe how difficult it is to jog holding a 35 lb ham.”) and put it on my counter, which, between the huge fucking glass serving plate underneath and frou-frou cellophane all around, then became my counter. Ken promised he would take the ham with him. PROMISED! He said it would be cold enough in the car while he & Nethers were at dinner (he was waiting at my place for her to pick him up). I left to go to my engagement, and when I returned, there it still was, being my counter. I did a major fridge reconstruction and got it in there, but…I can’t hold ‘er together much longer, Jim! I’m a doctor, not a butcher!
I’m obviously tired. I’m mixing my Trekaphors.
Am supposed to be on hols until Jan 3 but will likely go in one or two days when no one else is around (I’m just going to get my nieces & nephews to start calling me Auntie Social – I think it will save some explaining in the long run) to try and catch up on the piles. Ah, sweet piles of over-employment! And also, there had better be at least one day of skiing, two if lessons happen. I’m torn, because I was going to shell out for individual “brush-up” lessons (group things not being mine) but now I want to try snowboarding, and that would probably be more beneficial one-on-one. I can’t afford individual for both. Course, I did just buy brand new ski equipment. P’raps I should stick to the two sled system. Damn you, snowboarders, for making it look like so much more fun!
Anyway, have a good one of whatever you’re going to have.
Love,
D.