Sunday, December 25
And so this is Christmas....
Let's see:
a) We have a tree. My brother climbed a different tree to saw this one off for us somewhere in the back end of the property, resulting in much grumbling but no injury and a tree that does not entirely agree with our ancient tree stand vis a vis standing up. We finally settled the argument with tie-wire and a big bucket of caulk, which we really should put back on the porch before the landlord starts wondering.
It's a pretty tree.
b) We have a couch. Not a bean bag couch, like the one Dan is currently asleep on which we bought for ourselves, but a real live you-can't-afford-this reclining microsuede couch, which we have in fact had for several weeks, it being an early Christmas present from my parents and grandparents, but this was its first real workout and a chance for everyone to ooh and ahh over it. I like it muchly.
We also have loads of kitchen stuff, a lovely pile of books to work through, some pretties, a very artistic mirror from my bro, a really fantabulous throw from Dan, and a plant stand for the upstairs window complete with plants. I have rosemary and am happy, but I think the spider plant may be plotting to take over the world.
c) Other members of my family now have much reading material and artsy stuff (my uncle, who is from Seattle, nearly died of laughter when I gave him the slug totem.) There were also concert tickets for my dad, which made him happy. Everyone liked their gifts, and I am content.
d) Really, there's only a few ways to celebrate Christmas if you don't happen to be religious, which no one in my family is. One involves pagan rituals. There are only two kinds of pagan rituals around that I know of, and I'm too squeamish for the first type, but I try to make up for it via an excess of the second. The others involve, well, giving lots of gifts and eating loads and loads and LOADS of food.
All three aspects of Christmas have been addressed this year, a celebration of excess to remind us that we're alive in this cold season.
Now, off to the third (fourth? fifth?) gigantic meal of the season, and family, and rousting Dan off the damned couch.
A Merry Christmas to you, however you celebrate and wherever you may be.
Let's see:
a) We have a tree. My brother climbed a different tree to saw this one off for us somewhere in the back end of the property, resulting in much grumbling but no injury and a tree that does not entirely agree with our ancient tree stand vis a vis standing up. We finally settled the argument with tie-wire and a big bucket of caulk, which we really should put back on the porch before the landlord starts wondering.
It's a pretty tree.
b) We have a couch. Not a bean bag couch, like the one Dan is currently asleep on which we bought for ourselves, but a real live you-can't-afford-this reclining microsuede couch, which we have in fact had for several weeks, it being an early Christmas present from my parents and grandparents, but this was its first real workout and a chance for everyone to ooh and ahh over it. I like it muchly.
We also have loads of kitchen stuff, a lovely pile of books to work through, some pretties, a very artistic mirror from my bro, a really fantabulous throw from Dan, and a plant stand for the upstairs window complete with plants. I have rosemary and am happy, but I think the spider plant may be plotting to take over the world.
c) Other members of my family now have much reading material and artsy stuff (my uncle, who is from Seattle, nearly died of laughter when I gave him the slug totem.) There were also concert tickets for my dad, which made him happy. Everyone liked their gifts, and I am content.
d) Really, there's only a few ways to celebrate Christmas if you don't happen to be religious, which no one in my family is. One involves pagan rituals. There are only two kinds of pagan rituals around that I know of, and I'm too squeamish for the first type, but I try to make up for it via an excess of the second. The others involve, well, giving lots of gifts and eating loads and loads and LOADS of food.
All three aspects of Christmas have been addressed this year, a celebration of excess to remind us that we're alive in this cold season.
Now, off to the third (fourth? fifth?) gigantic meal of the season, and family, and rousting Dan off the damned couch.
A Merry Christmas to you, however you celebrate and wherever you may be.
Sunday, December 18
We milked our last milking of the year today.
Thank you, God. Or Goddess. Or whatever, I don't care, as long as I don't have to face this grueling cold anymore.
*quietly collapses in the corner* Sleep now.
Thank you, God. Or Goddess. Or whatever, I don't care, as long as I don't have to face this grueling cold anymore.
*quietly collapses in the corner* Sleep now.
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