The day began nice and early at 9am when I struggled out of bed so that I could shower and not be smelly on Christmas Day. The night before, we had stayed up pretty late. I made the little sister watch Fahrenheit 9/11 because she doesn’t hear enough—she doesn’t see enough. I have my own criticisms on that movie, but the things I’d really wanted to see were the interviews with people who were touched the most. At least to hear the names of people involved.
It was my dad, his wife and all the kids, plus a neighbor and a close family friend. The entire day was lovely, it was nice to spend time around Dad and everyone else that I don’t see very often. In the last few years, he’s become an entirely different person and I’m glad for him. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so happy—it’s nice.
On the other hand, Christmas was odd because that’s not how we’ve ever celebrated Christmas before (not that it was bad—remember, I already said it was lovely). It was nice, but it didn’t feel like Christmas to me, you know? It left me wondering the rest of the day (and today) what the hell that actually means. What the hell is Christmas anyway? This year: being forced to listen to waaay too much religious holiday music at work, noticing how little anyone entertains the notion that maybe not everyone celebrates it, a few other things that I won’t get into here.
Afterward, we went to my grandmother’s. She and Tommy gave me the cutest teddy bear ever—it’s just like the one that my friend gave me a few years ago. Same pattern on the bow (different color) and same expression on the face (yet different fur). We talked about so many things, I don’t know how I could ever remember. It’s always fun to hear her talk about things like her family—the things we could never know if they weren’t so apt to tell stories. Last night, she brings up her maternal grandfather and says German. We say, German?? What about Irish??? She says, German, Irish, whatever. All that European stuff.
I officially must speak to my great aunt, her older sister, about this now. There will be no confusing of this one. Must get to the bottom of it.
Had to struggle to work by 7am this morning. Yes, I know, that's what I thought, too. I better be dancing down the street when I get my next paycheck for all the hours I'm wasting at this place. Tomorrw, I have to be there at six am, which is about six and a half hours from now. I have to leave the house in six hours and fifteen minutes in order to be on time.
We plan on going to the bar tomorrow night. I want to find out if ABC still has that Irish stout that I am in love with before I waste my time and head over there. If they don't, we may as well stay closer on campus.
Also, tonight. After the family gathering (from which I brought back obscene amounts of cheese and crackers, sweets and overall yumminess), we stopped two houses down and visited a friend of Mom's. Janice--a woman who has two of the most beautiful dogs you could ever wish to see. A German Shepard and I forgot what the other dog is called, but it is tiny and long-haired and pure white. Made me miss Zero bunches and bunches--and made me want another dog very badly. We'll see.
It was my dad, his wife and all the kids, plus a neighbor and a close family friend. The entire day was lovely, it was nice to spend time around Dad and everyone else that I don’t see very often. In the last few years, he’s become an entirely different person and I’m glad for him. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so happy—it’s nice.
On the other hand, Christmas was odd because that’s not how we’ve ever celebrated Christmas before (not that it was bad—remember, I already said it was lovely). It was nice, but it didn’t feel like Christmas to me, you know? It left me wondering the rest of the day (and today) what the hell that actually means. What the hell is Christmas anyway? This year: being forced to listen to waaay too much religious holiday music at work, noticing how little anyone entertains the notion that maybe not everyone celebrates it, a few other things that I won’t get into here.
Afterward, we went to my grandmother’s. She and Tommy gave me the cutest teddy bear ever—it’s just like the one that my friend gave me a few years ago. Same pattern on the bow (different color) and same expression on the face (yet different fur). We talked about so many things, I don’t know how I could ever remember. It’s always fun to hear her talk about things like her family—the things we could never know if they weren’t so apt to tell stories. Last night, she brings up her maternal grandfather and says German. We say, German?? What about Irish??? She says, German, Irish, whatever. All that European stuff.
I officially must speak to my great aunt, her older sister, about this now. There will be no confusing of this one. Must get to the bottom of it.
Had to struggle to work by 7am this morning. Yes, I know, that's what I thought, too. I better be dancing down the street when I get my next paycheck for all the hours I'm wasting at this place. Tomorrw, I have to be there at six am, which is about six and a half hours from now. I have to leave the house in six hours and fifteen minutes in order to be on time.
We plan on going to the bar tomorrow night. I want to find out if ABC still has that Irish stout that I am in love with before I waste my time and head over there. If they don't, we may as well stay closer on campus.
Also, tonight. After the family gathering (from which I brought back obscene amounts of cheese and crackers, sweets and overall yumminess), we stopped two houses down and visited a friend of Mom's. Janice--a woman who has two of the most beautiful dogs you could ever wish to see. A German Shepard and I forgot what the other dog is called, but it is tiny and long-haired and pure white. Made me miss Zero bunches and bunches--and made me want another dog very badly. We'll see.
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