darkest evening of the year
It got dark at, oh I don't know, something like 4:30 today. Okay, maybe not that early. I'm not so very far north, here in central Vermont. It's not as if I live in Washington.
Today I was in a weepity pre-Christmas, miss-my-family-and-boyfriend funk. Also, there have been telecommunication difficulties between Tim and I, and I was sad, disappointed, and angry about that. When I came into work, my boss said, "Kate, are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," I assured her.
"Really?" she asked skeptically. "Because you look like you're about to cry." And then I did start crying a little bit, a few unstoppable tears, and she wanted to talk it out or let me go home, and I all wanted to do was wash the damn dishes and make the tears stop coming out of my eyes before somebody decided to order a sandwich.
Jeez. The older I get, the more I cry.
But then I was given a respectful distance by my coworkers, stopped crying, finished the dishes, and went on to make some oil and vinegar dressing (the secret, turns out, is SPICY MUSTARD! Who would have guessed? I certainly wouldn't have!), and chop some vegetables, and the day got better. Also, we have Vermont Cheddar Ale soup right now. Beer soup for lunch makes any day better, even though they SAY the alchol cooks off. It tastes like fondue, but isn't as thick and rich, so you can eat EVEN MORE of it.
I finished my Christmas shopping today. I know I proudly boasted on Facebook a while ago that it was DONE, all capitalized like that, but a few gifts fell through and I needed to find suitable replacements. Then I was seized by a fit of won't-be-home-for-Christmas-and-even-the-prezzies-will-be-late guilt and got a little something extra for each family member. Maybe they'll get in the mail before Christmas, as I have the 24th off. Maybe they won't. They'll get there eventually.
And for my roommates I bought: a case of PBR for the four of them to share. A very Merry Christmas, boys, and a happy new year!
Today I was in a weepity pre-Christmas, miss-my-family-and-boyfriend funk. Also, there have been telecommunication difficulties between Tim and I, and I was sad, disappointed, and angry about that. When I came into work, my boss said, "Kate, are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," I assured her.
"Really?" she asked skeptically. "Because you look like you're about to cry." And then I did start crying a little bit, a few unstoppable tears, and she wanted to talk it out or let me go home, and I all wanted to do was wash the damn dishes and make the tears stop coming out of my eyes before somebody decided to order a sandwich.
Jeez. The older I get, the more I cry.
But then I was given a respectful distance by my coworkers, stopped crying, finished the dishes, and went on to make some oil and vinegar dressing (the secret, turns out, is SPICY MUSTARD! Who would have guessed? I certainly wouldn't have!), and chop some vegetables, and the day got better. Also, we have Vermont Cheddar Ale soup right now. Beer soup for lunch makes any day better, even though they SAY the alchol cooks off. It tastes like fondue, but isn't as thick and rich, so you can eat EVEN MORE of it.
I finished my Christmas shopping today. I know I proudly boasted on Facebook a while ago that it was DONE, all capitalized like that, but a few gifts fell through and I needed to find suitable replacements. Then I was seized by a fit of won't-be-home-for-Christmas-and-even-the-prezzies-will-be-late guilt and got a little something extra for each family member. Maybe they'll get in the mail before Christmas, as I have the 24th off. Maybe they won't. They'll get there eventually.
And for my roommates I bought: a case of PBR for the four of them to share. A very Merry Christmas, boys, and a happy new year!