Merry Christmas, kiddos.
I'm not one for holidays. But, I'm kind of liking some recent traditions I've built up for this Christmas/Solstice time of year. For example:
1. Waiting until Christmas morning to open my presents (I've evolved from a open-one-on-Christmas-Eve kid to a don't-open-anything-until-Christmas-morning freakazoid).
2. Wrapping gifts in Hanukkah wrapping paper, or old copies of the New York Times or the Stranger.
3. Going out for Chinese food on Christmas, with bubble tea for dessert.
4. Catsitting for a co-worker and her husband.
5. Constantly playing card games (Uno and Squadron Scramble have been our favorites this year) with Z.
No, we didn't go back to the Iowa/Illinois collision this year to visit our families. Maybe next year we'll be able to. With Z starting a new job recently and me (up until a week or so ago) ferociously finishing and sending off graduate school applications, we decided to make this holiday a blessed break for ourselves. At the Chinese restaurant, we had the all-important discussion of "what religious holidays mean to me." Z, though lacking any sort of psychology degree, again demonstrated the frightening ability to pry into my subconscious and point out things I barely knew about myself. I, lacking any sort of grace, unceremoniously burned my tongue on my Szechuan eggplant and pork. Next time, let it cool.
So, I seem to be developing some Unorthodox Traditions of my own here. Hopefully some of them will stick.
In other news, some very kind fellows have reminded me that my Comments section is indeed experiencing a minor meltdown. As usual, I'm procrastinating when it comes to
1. asking my computer-savvy friends to ID the problem and
2. solving said problem.
But, in the meantime, deplorations of any kind will have to be routed via e-mail or IM. You know the drill.