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Morning After Yule
Dec. 22nd, 2008 11:15 amI'm kind of headache-y and tired today, which seems like a very reasonable response to having had a wonderful Yule yesterday. Thanks to the nasty weather (seven inches of snow, followed by sub-arctic temperatures), we ended up skipping the Yule Vigil, and stuck closer to home on Saturday. We lit a fire in our backyard chiminea at sundown, and kept it going almost until midnight, when I got really tired of treking to the backyard as the temperatures started falling a degree a minute. So I lit a candle from the Yule fire and brought indoors, and we kept it lit until this morning actually. Sean M. Murphy came over and brought some homemade rosemary bread with a solar cross for us -- we had it with our Yule feast on Sunday. Yum!
My folks came up for Yule proper (on Sunday), and we opened presents. I got another year gym membership along with the DVD for "Iron Man" the movie from Shawn. Mason got me a LEGO set (no, really???) and my folks gave me exactly what I wanted: big bucks on my coffee card at Cafe Amore. Now I can get my coffee "for free" for at least a couple of months, work out, and watch Iron Man any time I want. Life is grand.
Shawn's present came from ThinkGeek.com. Her father was a pharmacist and he used to tell her this rhyme all the time: "Poor Johnny was a Chemist's son. Poor Johnny is no more. For what he thought was H20 was H2SO4." She nearly teared up. Plus, my folks totally win the thoughful award this year (not only for my coffee, but also) because my dad, when he was in Wales, hunted high and low for a set of egg cups for Shawn. This was an incredibly thoughtful gift because Shawn, many, many years ago (probably closing on a decade) made a bad choice at Portabello Road when we were in London with my folks. She saw an egg cup in one of the stalls for a pound. She thought and thought about that egg cup, but finally decided a pound was too much to pay for it. She put it back. We left without it. She's regretted that choice ever since, to the point that when we see other things she's waffling on I ask her, "Is it an eggcup?" Anyway, now she has a set of four that came all the way from a second hand store in Wales. She almost cried over that one, too.
Mason, of course, got a obscene load of LEGOs and Bionicals and other fun bits of presents. He was pretty much in hog heaven all day. Of course, now all that's left of all that excitment are the bits of boxes and wrapping paper and bows, which the kitties chase about the house.
I feel like my holiday season is over, but I guess we still have to do Christmas with Shawn's family, which I'm rather dreading. (We had a big fight with one of Shawn's brothers that has yet to be resolved, let's just say.) Plus, it's a long drive to the other brother's house just to potentially be insulted again.
Wee... the holiday spirit, indeed.
Well, I got page proofs for Tate's DEAD IF I DO, which I must attend to (not to mention trying to write with Mason underfoot.)
My folks came up for Yule proper (on Sunday), and we opened presents. I got another year gym membership along with the DVD for "Iron Man" the movie from Shawn. Mason got me a LEGO set (no, really???) and my folks gave me exactly what I wanted: big bucks on my coffee card at Cafe Amore. Now I can get my coffee "for free" for at least a couple of months, work out, and watch Iron Man any time I want. Life is grand.
Shawn's present came from ThinkGeek.com. Her father was a pharmacist and he used to tell her this rhyme all the time: "Poor Johnny was a Chemist's son. Poor Johnny is no more. For what he thought was H20 was H2SO4." She nearly teared up. Plus, my folks totally win the thoughful award this year (not only for my coffee, but also) because my dad, when he was in Wales, hunted high and low for a set of egg cups for Shawn. This was an incredibly thoughtful gift because Shawn, many, many years ago (probably closing on a decade) made a bad choice at Portabello Road when we were in London with my folks. She saw an egg cup in one of the stalls for a pound. She thought and thought about that egg cup, but finally decided a pound was too much to pay for it. She put it back. We left without it. She's regretted that choice ever since, to the point that when we see other things she's waffling on I ask her, "Is it an eggcup?" Anyway, now she has a set of four that came all the way from a second hand store in Wales. She almost cried over that one, too.
Mason, of course, got a obscene load of LEGOs and Bionicals and other fun bits of presents. He was pretty much in hog heaven all day. Of course, now all that's left of all that excitment are the bits of boxes and wrapping paper and bows, which the kitties chase about the house.
I feel like my holiday season is over, but I guess we still have to do Christmas with Shawn's family, which I'm rather dreading. (We had a big fight with one of Shawn's brothers that has yet to be resolved, let's just say.) Plus, it's a long drive to the other brother's house just to potentially be insulted again.
Wee... the holiday spirit, indeed.
Well, I got page proofs for Tate's DEAD IF I DO, which I must attend to (not to mention trying to write with Mason underfoot.)