I took yesterday off of work, and spent the bulk of the day in the kitchen, making sure that there was as little
What can I say? They were very nice. I was off on vacation from Dec 22 onward. Most days the furthest that I got toward getting dressed was putting on a pair of flannel pajama pants (or yoga pants, to mix it up a little), a t-shirt, and slippers. It is going to be oh-so-difficult to land back in the routine of turning on the alarm clock and going to work again after two weeks of hardcore lounging.
While visiting relatives and being with extended family on the holidays is always very nice, there is something to be said for the quiet celebration at home. Because of the timing of Lori’s wedding (more on that later) holiday travel ended up being too difficult to arrange, so we stayed home with the cats.
One of John’s presents arrived early, and, when we opened the box, turned out to be unwrapped, so we decided to start enjoying it a bit in advance of the holiday. It was the full DVD set of the A&E series A Nero Wolf Mystery. I loved them, and now intend to read the novels by Rex Stout that the episodes were based on.
Christmas Eve we had Chinese take-out (from Nanking Inn, our favorite) and watched more Nero Wolf, then had dirty martinis and watched “The Thin Man”.
Present opening was on Christmas morning, after the first cup of coffee and before bagels and lox.
I got a very nice bathrobe from Pam (John’s stepmom), so now I can finally get rid of the green terrycloth one that I have had since college. It is about time, as the green one was getting really threadbare. I have already spilled coffee on the new robe.
Among other things (squishy bowls for backpacking, a pair of heavy plastic “training” longswords, and a USB-powered plasma globe for my desk) John got me a remote controlled helicopter. (He got himself one as well.) I love it (the cats waver between ignoring them, hating them, and being intrigued by them.) But of course loving the helicopter doesn’t mean that I am a very good pilot. I am not. The controls are rather delicate, and I have a tendency to over-correct, which means that my helicopter gets bounced off of the ceiling and floor a lot. I am still working on getting my helicopter to hover smoothly, let alone actually fly it somewhere with any degree of success.
The big present this year was the Kindles that I got for John and myself. They are wonderful because you can get so many out-of-copyright stuff for free from Amazon.com and the Gutenberg Project. They are also dangerous because you can get a lot of almost-out-of-copyright stuff and large collections for very cheap from Amazon.com, and those $.99 purchases do tend to add up after a while. I am currently working my way through the Complete Oz Series by L. Frank Baum (all 15 books for $.95 on Amazon.com) in between breaks for mid-1800 British humor writers (“Three Men and a Boat” by Jerome K. Jerome is a new favorite).
The Kindles will also make it easier for us to winnow our library down to a more manageable level (we currently have books stacked in every room except the laundry room), as we will be able to replace a lot of our trade paperbacks and hardcovers with Kindle editions. The old editions, out-of-print books, and antiques will not, of course, be subject to this.
After Christmas we flew down to Dallas, Texas, for Lori’s wedding. (more on this later)
We flew back home on New Years Eve. I had no interest in spending New Years in a hotel room (no matter now nice a hotel room it was) in Dallas, and once the wedding was over, there wasn’t much reason for us to stick around.
Last year we went to a friend’s New Years party. This year we had frozen pizzas and mixed drinks after a long day of airplanes and airports, and then went to sleep well before midnight because we were exhausted.
We did end up having the white Christmas that I wanted, but by New Years it had warmed up and rained several times, so we had a green (actually greyish brown and muddy) New Years.
Since it actually stopped raining for a little while yesterday, John resumed his early morning walk habit. When he got home, he told