"days go by, i can feel 'em flyin' like a hand out the window in the wind..."
the exceptional busy-ness of homecoming week with two miss homecoming candidates, combined with the inaugural "rolling plains bike ride", sponsored by adpi and kinnucans taking place on sunday, and hey day volunteer preparations, homecoming floats, and a pep rally...all of these things make everyone feel exceptionally busy and a little stressed. except for our venerable president, anna, who is certain that "we will win everything because we are the BEST and you know it!" she also told us the other day that she feels that adpi is "winning at life right now." if only such optimism could be bottled and sold...the war on drugs would take on a whole different aspect.
someone called and sang james taylor to me on the phone-how about that?
krisan and i have decided that tonight is the night for going to be supreeeemely early, and so i will make like cinderella here in a minute and leave this ball and head on to sleep. sleep, by the way, is a wonderful thing. i have just discovered it this year. last year it was a stranger to me, and if i got more than 3 or 4 hours of it i felt really odd... but these days i've discovered that i simply thrive on it. did you know that sleep is the time when your body recovers from the rigors of the day? probably, but i just figured that out in, say, early august. so while all the freshman who've still got it in 'em are out kickin' up their heels and hanging out at people's apartments until all hours of the night, i will be sleeping with visions of sugar plums dancing in my head
(because as i am sure straussberger would remind you all, christmas time is coming soon...it's almost time to break out the trees and the amy grant christmas and the twinkle lights and the polar express...so you'd better watch out, you'd better not cry, you'd better not pout, strauss is tellin you why: santa claus is coming to town [in a couple months])
while we're on the subject of cold weather holidays, and while i am extremely tired and assuming that you people are interested, i love, and am prepared for, thanksgiving. the fam, gathered around the long cherry table in the dining room with the chandelier lit, and the candles and grandmother's williamsburg decorations in the center of the table, flanked by turkeys and cranberry sauce and stuffing and oyster dressing and pickled peaches...louis armstrong serenades my family through the meal, accompanied by my uncles and cousins on the rims of the crystal glasses (they play no tune in particular, just a general humming sound). this followed by some tossing of the football in the front yard, until it gets dark, or cold, and everyone goes in the den to watch "home alone." the first one, because that is the best one. everyone quotes along, because at this point we've all seen it like 12,000 times...my grandmother still laughs hysterically when john candy says "yeah...we left the poor little tyke at the funeral home. kid was alone with the corpse all day long. but you know, he was ok. six, seven months, came around, started talkin' again."
then everyone heads home in the dark, secretly anticipating christmas eve, and the next time everyone will sit around the long table laughing at uncle andy's story about the man he met at the gas station, trying to keep louis from pulling all the glass ornaments off the tree, and watching granddaddy's train run in between the legs of the piano in the living room...
i apologize for the randomness of this holiday nostalgia, but i promise there's more where that came from.
"fall on your knees, oh hear the angel voices, oh night divine, oh night when Christ was born. oh night, oh holy night, oh night divine." -the best christmas song in the history of the world.
someone called and sang james taylor to me on the phone-how about that?
krisan and i have decided that tonight is the night for going to be supreeeemely early, and so i will make like cinderella here in a minute and leave this ball and head on to sleep. sleep, by the way, is a wonderful thing. i have just discovered it this year. last year it was a stranger to me, and if i got more than 3 or 4 hours of it i felt really odd... but these days i've discovered that i simply thrive on it. did you know that sleep is the time when your body recovers from the rigors of the day? probably, but i just figured that out in, say, early august. so while all the freshman who've still got it in 'em are out kickin' up their heels and hanging out at people's apartments until all hours of the night, i will be sleeping with visions of sugar plums dancing in my head
(because as i am sure straussberger would remind you all, christmas time is coming soon...it's almost time to break out the trees and the amy grant christmas and the twinkle lights and the polar express...so you'd better watch out, you'd better not cry, you'd better not pout, strauss is tellin you why: santa claus is coming to town [in a couple months])
while we're on the subject of cold weather holidays, and while i am extremely tired and assuming that you people are interested, i love, and am prepared for, thanksgiving. the fam, gathered around the long cherry table in the dining room with the chandelier lit, and the candles and grandmother's williamsburg decorations in the center of the table, flanked by turkeys and cranberry sauce and stuffing and oyster dressing and pickled peaches...louis armstrong serenades my family through the meal, accompanied by my uncles and cousins on the rims of the crystal glasses (they play no tune in particular, just a general humming sound). this followed by some tossing of the football in the front yard, until it gets dark, or cold, and everyone goes in the den to watch "home alone." the first one, because that is the best one. everyone quotes along, because at this point we've all seen it like 12,000 times...my grandmother still laughs hysterically when john candy says "yeah...we left the poor little tyke at the funeral home. kid was alone with the corpse all day long. but you know, he was ok. six, seven months, came around, started talkin' again."
then everyone heads home in the dark, secretly anticipating christmas eve, and the next time everyone will sit around the long table laughing at uncle andy's story about the man he met at the gas station, trying to keep louis from pulling all the glass ornaments off the tree, and watching granddaddy's train run in between the legs of the piano in the living room...
i apologize for the randomness of this holiday nostalgia, but i promise there's more where that came from.
"fall on your knees, oh hear the angel voices, oh night divine, oh night when Christ was born. oh night, oh holy night, oh night divine." -the best christmas song in the history of the world.