five thousand shades of blue
Tuesday, December 26, 2000
Okay, I'm working on an online card for all to see, but it's not ready yet to be live. I'm hoping my friends and family don't hate me for being late.
Nice holiday, absolutely wonderful long weekend with a cat planted on my lap most of the time. I spent very little of it on the computer, except for Friday night (or was it Saturday? The days kind of blur together) when I designed the still-undebuted online card (and that l did on the iBook so I still got to sprawl on the couch). My housemate Jen and I sat and watched the ludicrous yet hilarious
South Park movie (in lieu of having the famous "Spirit of Christmas" short) and I was surprised that not one but two men involved with my obsessions of the past had voice roles in that movie:
Nick Rhodes (Duran Duran) and Brent Spiner (TNG's Data). Freaky.
Took the time on Sunday to view the best interpretation of Dicken's "A Christmas Carol" that there is, IMHO (the one that aired last year on TNT starring Patrick Stewart (adapted from his amazing one man show)). I think if the time ever comes a time when that movie does not make me cry, I will no longer have a soul and should just end it right there. :) It's a truly powerful redemptive tale and appropriate for any time of year... especially Christmas.
Christmas Eve we went to Marian's for tea and cookies (we opted to have dinner at home instead of there as we usually do on Sunday night, since we'd be there the following night for Christmas dinner). We did do some gift-opening on Christmas Eve (hey, it was MY family tradition!) and I can't decide which I like more, the Xena chakram or the Mongolian phrasebook ("sain bainuu" to you!).
We headed to Marian's early so that we could do the gift exchange there. Good thing we did because with as many of us as there was, it took almost 2 hours to circle the room repeatedly. As is becoming the tradition, we had a veritable Moroccan feast for Christmas dinner; all of us were sprawled on the floor around a giant copper tray heaped with fine food (the best of which is the excellent chicken/egg/phyllo dough/cinnamon/sugar/and lots of other yummy things, called 'basteeya" (sp?)) that you gleefully eat with your fingers, get all over yourself, smacking your lips, and generally feeling a level of decadence unsurpassed by even possibly the Romans. :)
After the gluttony, we sat and watched Cirque du Soleil's
Dralion -- those performers are simply NOT HUMAN. Amazing. Following that, a rousing game of
Kill Dr. Lucky, then onward to home, and to sleep.
But, alas, sleep was not yet to be. Andra was not (and had not been for about a week) feeling well so we spent an hour (frankly, I'm impressed it wasn't longer) at Urgent Care. All over body aches, and a swelling of some kind on her shoulder. They took blood for a full screen, so I hope that finds the problem. (The swelling is just a harmelss cyst, apparently. Whew!)
I had a fitful night of sleep though, dreaming of having to read a history book and learn and memorize assignments. And all this other weird stressful stuff that is not supposed to happen in your dreams. Feh.
It's a very slow day here today at the cafe though. Most of the city workers have taken the day off and it's so quiet. It's going to be a very low total for today, unfortunately. I say we follow the Canadians' lead and celebrate Boxing Day.
is
this just not enough…?
