Sunday, December 26
This was, quite possibly, the best Christmas ever.
Partly this was because it was the first time off I'd had in two or three weeks. Partly it was because I've been working sixty-hour weeks since Thanksgiving, and now that we're not milking and the Christmas crunch is over in the ship I knew it those would go away. Quite largely it was because my mom sprang for the best Christmas gift ever and flew Dan down for three weeks. Partly it was relief that the best Christmas gift ever got here. Four different tickets issued, the poor sod.
But mostly it was just good. Up at seven-thirty to cook and finish wrapping presents, down to my parents' at ten, coffeecake in hand by ten-thirty. Then the gifting began. Everyone was thrilled with the presents I'd found them, and thrilled with their presents in general... yay! My own presents can be divided into clothing, books, music, and kitchen supplies. The bro and I really cleaned up on kitchen supplies this year. No more chopping onions with wimpy little steak knives, yes! Dan's parents had sent along a box of really, really excellent Russian chocolates, along with a card which was also in Russian that we made Dan translate. He did a good job, although apparently it was too hard to make it rhyme properly. *grin* Mmm. Chocolate.
By then the coffeecake was gone, so we settled down to the real eating, a massive brunch spread. Then we all had a few hours to digest and read or otherwise consume our presents before we, well, ate again. *grin* Did I mention the massive Christmas Eve dinner the night before? Did I mention that my family considers holidays little more than an excuse for loads of big meals?
Happiness. Also fullness and my-god-I-can't-believe-I-ate-the-whole-thing ness. But mostly just happiness. I have loads of new books, I have a Cuisinart, Dan is as always getting along great with my family and he's here for three more weeks, serious workload does not start up again until March, life is just generally good.
Now which book do I read next? Gaiman, or Bradbury?
Partly this was because it was the first time off I'd had in two or three weeks. Partly it was because I've been working sixty-hour weeks since Thanksgiving, and now that we're not milking and the Christmas crunch is over in the ship I knew it those would go away. Quite largely it was because my mom sprang for the best Christmas gift ever and flew Dan down for three weeks. Partly it was relief that the best Christmas gift ever got here. Four different tickets issued, the poor sod.
But mostly it was just good. Up at seven-thirty to cook and finish wrapping presents, down to my parents' at ten, coffeecake in hand by ten-thirty. Then the gifting began. Everyone was thrilled with the presents I'd found them, and thrilled with their presents in general... yay! My own presents can be divided into clothing, books, music, and kitchen supplies. The bro and I really cleaned up on kitchen supplies this year. No more chopping onions with wimpy little steak knives, yes! Dan's parents had sent along a box of really, really excellent Russian chocolates, along with a card which was also in Russian that we made Dan translate. He did a good job, although apparently it was too hard to make it rhyme properly. *grin* Mmm. Chocolate.
By then the coffeecake was gone, so we settled down to the real eating, a massive brunch spread. Then we all had a few hours to digest and read or otherwise consume our presents before we, well, ate again. *grin* Did I mention the massive Christmas Eve dinner the night before? Did I mention that my family considers holidays little more than an excuse for loads of big meals?
Happiness. Also fullness and my-god-I-can't-believe-I-ate-the-whole-thing ness. But mostly just happiness. I have loads of new books, I have a Cuisinart, Dan is as always getting along great with my family and he's here for three more weeks, serious workload does not start up again until March, life is just generally good.
Now which book do I read next? Gaiman, or Bradbury?
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