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Phase one: complete
Dec. 25th, 2003 10:36 pmOkay, whew. Day one of holidays is over. Or technically day two, I guess.
Services last night were spiffy. I was cookieless, sadly, but in the end I couldn't stay long for the after party anyway so I guess that worked out.
Today was me, Mom and Dad for the first round of present exchanges. And then just to show you that my fannish apple did not fall far from its original tree, it was my folks' idea to spend whatever non-eating and non-present unwrapping parts of the day watching first Pirates of the Caribbean, and then Buffy. (Though we did cave to seasonal urges last night with Olive the other Reindeer and Charlie Brown Christmas Special).
Also on the entertainment program for tonight was A Little Princess and if you do not weep openly while watching this film (the 1995 remake, I hasten to add, not the annoying Shirley Temple version) then you are made of stone.
Tomorrow I get to spend most of the day at home cooking, which is fine by me as Mom has gone into full battle plan mode with regards to the onslaught of relatives that are coming in tomorrow night. The phrase "Run like a squirrel" was one often used by me to myself whenever it appeared I was being roped in to any of the pre-visit anxiety attacks, especially with regards to issues that my folks had taken two opinions on and wanted me to be the deal breaker (Dad: "Don't you agree that it would be nicer to have a sit-down dinner?" Mom: "Don't you agree that it would be smarter to do it buffet style?" TBQ: "I cannot express how much I am not engaging this conversation. You two arm wrestle it out or something.") Multiply that with other points of interest such as "How insanely early does Mom think Dad should leave to pick up Elder Brother and family at the airport tomorrow?" and "How do we co-ordinate the feeding of everyone?" and the late-coming but by no means lacking in impact "Who will win the battle of wills about Grandma coming out here vs. all of us changing our plans at the last-minute to go see her?" and the idea of spending the majority of tomorrow hiding in my apartment with my phone turned off is a very, very happy thing. I may even hide under the bed.
But tomorrow means cooking, which fortunately I also enjoy. Tonight is dedicated to pure, selfish relaxation. And possibly doing some writing if my brain stays awake long enough.
BTW thanks to all those who sent Christmas cards! My card garlands are totally full. 'tis a nice feeling =)
Merry Christmas one and all!
Services last night were spiffy. I was cookieless, sadly, but in the end I couldn't stay long for the after party anyway so I guess that worked out.
Today was me, Mom and Dad for the first round of present exchanges. And then just to show you that my fannish apple did not fall far from its original tree, it was my folks' idea to spend whatever non-eating and non-present unwrapping parts of the day watching first Pirates of the Caribbean, and then Buffy. (Though we did cave to seasonal urges last night with Olive the other Reindeer and Charlie Brown Christmas Special).
Also on the entertainment program for tonight was A Little Princess and if you do not weep openly while watching this film (the 1995 remake, I hasten to add, not the annoying Shirley Temple version) then you are made of stone.
Tomorrow I get to spend most of the day at home cooking, which is fine by me as Mom has gone into full battle plan mode with regards to the onslaught of relatives that are coming in tomorrow night. The phrase "Run like a squirrel" was one often used by me to myself whenever it appeared I was being roped in to any of the pre-visit anxiety attacks, especially with regards to issues that my folks had taken two opinions on and wanted me to be the deal breaker (Dad: "Don't you agree that it would be nicer to have a sit-down dinner?" Mom: "Don't you agree that it would be smarter to do it buffet style?" TBQ: "I cannot express how much I am not engaging this conversation. You two arm wrestle it out or something.") Multiply that with other points of interest such as "How insanely early does Mom think Dad should leave to pick up Elder Brother and family at the airport tomorrow?" and "How do we co-ordinate the feeding of everyone?" and the late-coming but by no means lacking in impact "Who will win the battle of wills about Grandma coming out here vs. all of us changing our plans at the last-minute to go see her?" and the idea of spending the majority of tomorrow hiding in my apartment with my phone turned off is a very, very happy thing. I may even hide under the bed.
But tomorrow means cooking, which fortunately I also enjoy. Tonight is dedicated to pure, selfish relaxation. And possibly doing some writing if my brain stays awake long enough.
BTW thanks to all those who sent Christmas cards! My card garlands are totally full. 'tis a nice feeling =)
Merry Christmas one and all!
