11:52 on december 24, and as i start this, i can hear strains of the end of that quintessential christmas story, um, "a christmas story" there we have at least one reason to be happy ted turner is alive -- that he built a network crazy enough to buy that movie and show it for 24 hours straight this time of year.
it's funny, little ralphie and his family have just finished up their christmas, and mine gets underway in less than ten minutes. that's half true, of course - like any agnostic, once catholic, stressed out family, we get all that stuff out of the way before the 25th. at this point, everything has been opened, admired or quickly stowed in a box which is itself put under the sofa, and i'm here typing with a plate full of food a beer, and what has so far revealed itself to be a glorious low box set i wrote about a few days ago: "a lifetime of temporary relief". it's too trite to say that the holidays lend themselves more to being described as a lifetime of temporary anxiety, but it's somewhat on the mark.i've already touched base, or tried to, with a number of people in various states and timezones -- some are maybe in the air now, showing how timezones are easily left behind, others are in warmer climes, wondering how a parent's gift of a toilet plunger should be properly acknowledged [with a firm handshake, kath, and a resolve that you'll never give such a thing as a gift yourself].
early check-in's with jen reveal that something must be in the air this year, an urge to get a whole lot of stuff out in the open and put an end to the predictable ups and downs and what the fuck did you just say for the n-th time? situations, but it rarely happens. it's strange, the time when the opportunity best presents itself turns out also to be the least appropriate to do so.
so instead, we'll focus on all the fun stuff this time around.
this was the year i decided to buckle down and buy my nephew a piano, nephew-sized red one. the kind with too few keys to do any serious sonata writing, but just enough to create some phil glass music, or at the very least annoy the hell out my parents and brother.
it's red lacquered, a foot tall, and one of the coolest gift-giving experiences i have ever had. jasper's an adorable kid, and since this piano held his undivided attention for a full 30-seconds, i count the idea a success. that he soon wanted to use it as a stool to climb up to the real piano in our living room hints at the fact that it will probably injure him somehow in the coming months, or that he is already wired with the musical talent that somehow skipped over me like it did, say, a clay aiken. if anyone else would like a piano, get one your damn self at zipper.
kerry may even be nice enough to put a bow on it for you.all this to say, happy holidays.
it's funny, little ralphie and his family have just finished up their christmas, and mine gets underway in less than ten minutes. that's half true, of course - like any agnostic, once catholic, stressed out family, we get all that stuff out of the way before the 25th. at this point, everything has been opened, admired or quickly stowed in a box which is itself put under the sofa, and i'm here typing with a plate full of food a beer, and what has so far revealed itself to be a glorious low box set i wrote about a few days ago: "a lifetime of temporary relief". it's too trite to say that the holidays lend themselves more to being described as a lifetime of temporary anxiety, but it's somewhat on the mark.i've already touched base, or tried to, with a number of people in various states and timezones -- some are maybe in the air now, showing how timezones are easily left behind, others are in warmer climes, wondering how a parent's gift of a toilet plunger should be properly acknowledged [with a firm handshake, kath, and a resolve that you'll never give such a thing as a gift yourself].
early check-in's with jen reveal that something must be in the air this year, an urge to get a whole lot of stuff out in the open and put an end to the predictable ups and downs and what the fuck did you just say for the n-th time? situations, but it rarely happens. it's strange, the time when the opportunity best presents itself turns out also to be the least appropriate to do so.
so instead, we'll focus on all the fun stuff this time around.
this was the year i decided to buckle down and buy my nephew a piano, nephew-sized red one. the kind with too few keys to do any serious sonata writing, but just enough to create some phil glass music, or at the very least annoy the hell out my parents and brother.
it's red lacquered, a foot tall, and one of the coolest gift-giving experiences i have ever had. jasper's an adorable kid, and since this piano held his undivided attention for a full 30-seconds, i count the idea a success. that he soon wanted to use it as a stool to climb up to the real piano in our living room hints at the fact that it will probably injure him somehow in the coming months, or that he is already wired with the musical talent that somehow skipped over me like it did, say, a clay aiken. if anyone else would like a piano, get one your damn self at zipper.
kerry may even be nice enough to put a bow on it for you.all this to say, happy holidays.
posted by quickstuff at 25.12.04
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