it seems i've always got something on the tip of my tongue.

Saturday, December 23, 2006

And then it was Christmas

Hey, my good people.

It's the verge of Christmas. I'm not done, my home is a shambles. I have this morning to make that right. Tonight's the family dinner, starting a little after two. Tomorrow's the dinner I cook for my friend and I. It was to be plural, but we've decided to head to mass, and that excludes others. Oh, well.

Monday is Christmas day proper, and I have the day off. It's weird, this is the first year since my mother's death in '99 that I haven't dreaded Christmas. I haven't been jumping up and down because it's coming, either, but I'm not dreading it. So I find it ironic I should have the day to myself after all.

I decorated, you know. I bought the world's smallest living tree, about 2 feet high, and decorated it as well as my monster jade tree. Heh. First time decorating in three years. The baby tree's going to my friends when I'm through with it -- they bought their first home this year and have a little baby. I thought it'd help be a reminder of this Christmas when they go and plant it in their yard. Aww, thoughtful of me, I know. :)

I had a date last week, and I have nothing to report. Two busy people colliding for a meal in the middle of two insanely busy weeks. Nothing bad to say, nothing great to say, worth checking out one more time. Promising, possibly. Nothing much to say yet. That's all.

I had a job interview last week and next week will have rendezvous de deux, in which I'm hoping to be offered the job. I'm not sure about the money they're offering, but finding that out will be a big factor in whether I take it, too. Hoping it's a liveable wage. Looks like a great job. I think they like me lots. But if I get this, it's a great way to wrap up a tough year.

I'm in a holding pattern, boys and girls. Another couple days and everything gets decided.

Here's a Christmas card I made. Happy season to you all. (And if you're alone and you don't want to be, I recommend popping into a mass or something. There's many different kinds, and it might just take the edge off.)

Love Steff.


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