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Spent yesterday as a lump on my dishchair, which felt awful since I still have an ass-ton of Christmas prep to do. Okay, not an ass-ton, not even much at all, in comparison to what others need to do in terms of buying dozens of presents and preparing a giant feast and decorating a home.
All I need to do between now and tomorrow night is to finish making a wire tree, tape it to the wall, hang ornaments (made a few with kids at church two weeks ago, scored a bunch more from the free pile at church a few days ago), make Tiger's present, a scabbard for his most impressive knife. Tiger has joined Coyote and Rude in their shrugging and saying that it's not super-important to have a Christmas present made completely and totally on time, but I'm determined to make a valiant effort at such. At least for the youngest of them!
Rude will get a drawing, sometime between Jul and our six year anniversary(!) on January 26th. It may even be a short comic. And Coyote will get a weaving I think, and he's fine with it being a birthday present. Which gives me 'til March 4. (I'm also going to hopefully have our pyjamas done sometime in January.)
Still, someday I'm going to have my shit together, or even better, actual money at Christmastime and be able to buy a few things to at least keep my triumvirate sated while they wait for the handmade gifts.
Oh yes, and I'm going to bake cheesecakes tomorrow. Keep one for my kinky birthday party on Friday and enjoy the other as dessert on Christmas day. I'm going out for sushi with Tiger and maybe Coyote, if Coyote's other plans fall through. (I kinda hope they do. Tiger is as happy as I am to have Coyote along. He genuinely likes Coyote, I love watching that metamour friendship form. :) )
Being less sick will help with all of that, but I'm still going to do my best to take it easy. And wrestle myself down for a nap at some point. I'm singing in the choir tonight at the midnight (well, midnight-minus-two) mass, and I'll be dead on my feet if I don't get a nap in. 6am to midnight is too long an unbroken day for me.
The only thing sad about singing in the choir this year is that nobody is going to hear me, other than my church friends and in general, the St. Martin's congregation. Usually there's a secular-type concert beforehand, where all we do is sing like, ten or twelve songs. It's only half an hour, so Coyote goes to that. But this year, it's not happening. I asked Tiger to come to the mass, and he was all set to, but then his family changed their Christmas plans and he's going to mass with them up in Mass (hah) instead.
But hey, I get to hang out with him on Christmas day!
The thing is, I don't even know who else to ask to come to an Episcopalian Christmas Eve service. I think anybody else who'd want to go to a mass will already be going to their local church's.
And really, that's okay. I've been thinking more and more about auditioning for a Barker Playhouse or other very local theatre's musical, treading the boards again like I haven't since I was a teenager. Love is making me bold, love is making me have a quiet strength and confidence in myself. Love is setting me aglow, in purple flame.
And I still haven't told that story, fuck! Soon.
But anyway, if I'm in a musical, even just as a member of the chorus, I won't feel self-conscious begging all my friends to come see me perform.
Oh yes, Coyote and I have grand Christmas Eve plans, too: we're going to eat enchiladas and watch the Doctor Who 50th Anniversary special, finally! Merry Christmas and Jul to you and yours, and I hope your Solstice and Hanukkahs were lovely.
All I need to do between now and tomorrow night is to finish making a wire tree, tape it to the wall, hang ornaments (made a few with kids at church two weeks ago, scored a bunch more from the free pile at church a few days ago), make Tiger's present, a scabbard for his most impressive knife. Tiger has joined Coyote and Rude in their shrugging and saying that it's not super-important to have a Christmas present made completely and totally on time, but I'm determined to make a valiant effort at such. At least for the youngest of them!
Rude will get a drawing, sometime between Jul and our six year anniversary(!) on January 26th. It may even be a short comic. And Coyote will get a weaving I think, and he's fine with it being a birthday present. Which gives me 'til March 4. (I'm also going to hopefully have our pyjamas done sometime in January.)
Still, someday I'm going to have my shit together, or even better, actual money at Christmastime and be able to buy a few things to at least keep my triumvirate sated while they wait for the handmade gifts.
Oh yes, and I'm going to bake cheesecakes tomorrow. Keep one for my kinky birthday party on Friday and enjoy the other as dessert on Christmas day. I'm going out for sushi with Tiger and maybe Coyote, if Coyote's other plans fall through. (I kinda hope they do. Tiger is as happy as I am to have Coyote along. He genuinely likes Coyote, I love watching that metamour friendship form. :) )
Being less sick will help with all of that, but I'm still going to do my best to take it easy. And wrestle myself down for a nap at some point. I'm singing in the choir tonight at the midnight (well, midnight-minus-two) mass, and I'll be dead on my feet if I don't get a nap in. 6am to midnight is too long an unbroken day for me.
The only thing sad about singing in the choir this year is that nobody is going to hear me, other than my church friends and in general, the St. Martin's congregation. Usually there's a secular-type concert beforehand, where all we do is sing like, ten or twelve songs. It's only half an hour, so Coyote goes to that. But this year, it's not happening. I asked Tiger to come to the mass, and he was all set to, but then his family changed their Christmas plans and he's going to mass with them up in Mass (hah) instead.
But hey, I get to hang out with him on Christmas day!
The thing is, I don't even know who else to ask to come to an Episcopalian Christmas Eve service. I think anybody else who'd want to go to a mass will already be going to their local church's.
And really, that's okay. I've been thinking more and more about auditioning for a Barker Playhouse or other very local theatre's musical, treading the boards again like I haven't since I was a teenager. Love is making me bold, love is making me have a quiet strength and confidence in myself. Love is setting me aglow, in purple flame.
And I still haven't told that story, fuck! Soon.
But anyway, if I'm in a musical, even just as a member of the chorus, I won't feel self-conscious begging all my friends to come see me perform.
Oh yes, Coyote and I have grand Christmas Eve plans, too: we're going to eat enchiladas and watch the Doctor Who 50th Anniversary special, finally! Merry Christmas and Jul to you and yours, and I hope your Solstice and Hanukkahs were lovely.