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I had expected to get them done the week before Christmas Day, but work conspired to keep me from doing anything useful that wasn’t….well, work. But today I put the final stamp on the final holiday card and they’re ready to drop in the mail.
This seems a small thing, but it’s all part of my recovering myself. Every year, I said “We should do holiday cards.” And every year, they wouldn’t be done. I’m a poor correspondant anyway, as a rule, unless it’s via e-mail, and even then I’m prone to lapse when life gets busy. I should really follow Thoreau’s advice and “Simplify, simplify.” But I digress….
Anyway, out on my own with only myself to blame if things don’t get done, I resolved that i WAS going to get cards in the mail to all the people who are important to me, or at least all the people who are important to me that I have postal addresses for. And here’s a stack of them, ready to go in the postbox.
Every day, higher and higher.
Well, I just sent out an e-mail to a bunch of folks in my address book making sure I have the right addresses to send holiday cards. If you didn’t get that e-mail, and would like to exchange addresses, drop me an e-mail with your address information, and I’ll send you ours.
Hope everyone is having a wonderful season, whatever season one celebrates!
Busy weekend, but very productive.
Friday night was our traditional viewing of Firefly. Another fantastic episode, making it hurt even more that Fox is taking it off the air. Joss Whedon is trying to sell the show to another network, with UPN being the most likely spot. I hope very much that UPN decides to pick it up.
Saturday morning, we got up bright and early and drove to the Forsyth County State Patrol Office to get kitanzi‘s drivers license transferred, since we’d never gotten around to it previously. When we showed up at 8:30, half an hour before the doors opened, there were already 35 people standing in line. Luckily, this particular location has a take-a-number-and-sit-in-the-waiting-room setup, so it wasn’t as bad as it might have been if yo had to stand in line the whole time. We managed to get done there at 11, just in time to drive all the way down to the airport for a GaFilk concom meeting. Had a nice lunch at the hotel, discussed many last minute con details, and left the hotel somewhere around 3pm.
Next up was shopping, to pick up some last minute gifts that needed to be mailed. I also bought the holiday cards so we could try and actually get them mailed this year BEFORE Christmas (last year, I mailed them on Dec. 27th). The mall was, as usual, crowded and insane, but we were able to get in, get what we needed, and get out without suffering major injuries.
Sunday was a nice lazy day, by contrast. We got all the cards addressed and stamped and I dropped them off at the post office, then we went grocery shopping. After dinner, we sat down and watched the episode of Firefly we had missed while I was having the surgery done back in November, since I had finally managed to download it off the internet and burn it to a VCD.
All in all, a productive weekend.
“Also, a general question: Does anyone actually like that “12 Days of Christmas”” song? I mean, aside from the drunkenly bellowing “Five GOLDEN RINGS!!!” part. Every time it comes on, I cringe knowing it’s going to be on for six or seven minutes of enforced jollity. It’s like the “Stairway to Heaven” of Christmas carols, the one whose original charm has entirely rubbed off and has managed stick in the canon simply by sheer barnacle-like tenacity. Dump it, I say!”
“Besides, to believe in Santa Claus is to believe in magic. The belief in magic in many respects is a pernicious thing. Because of it you’ve got countless multitudes thinking that aliens abduct people, that Elvis is alive, that you can earn big money stuffing envelopes in your home, and that the TV preacher can cure you if you send him 50 bucks. A certain class of persons, of whom your columnist is one, will go through their lives attempting to extinguish these foolish hopes. No doubt in the main it is good that we do so. But even the sternest among us remembers the wonder we felt as children to think there was a force having a kindly interest in us that wasn’t bound by the rules of this drab world. Wherefore if there’s someone who’s going to say flat out that Santa Claus doesn’t exist, it’s not going to be me.”
–Cecil Adams, The Straight Dope
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