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I keep trying to find the holiday spirit, and it is still hiding. 2020 isn't going to be the year of massive holiday fun of any stripe. I've bought presents, forgotten to buy a card for the one friend who insists on sending me one and who gets her feelings hurt when I don't send her one, planned out alternative Christmas Eve dinner as the commercial crabbing season won't open until the 23rd, and generally just went on as though December was October revisited.
Instead of the usual December fusses, we're focusing on himself's obsession, the Christmas Bird Count. This year's count, like everything else in the world in '20, is not its usual self. Usually, we have teams of non-pod people working large areas. After all of that fun, we have a count dinner with our donated beer and cider. The dinner makes up for a day of slogging around during what's usually rain and wind. Instead of the fun dinner, we'll have a Zoom count-up.
Who else is sick of Zoom?
In other news, I've finally realized that I've fallen out of love with science fiction as a literary genre. Maybe it isn't all SF, but just about everything I've tried to read the last few years has fallen flat. I did like the first couple of books of the Expanse series, but I stalled out on the third. I'll try that one again. Whenever I read too much in a series too quickly, my internal critic goes into hyperdrive. The characters were very good, and characters are what keep me reading.
In my little world, there isn't much going on. I did finally finish the WBH's Christmas socks. yay. Started a pair for myself and worked on the sweater in the knitalong from the spring. Never, ever going to do that again. I'm too slow of a knitter for a knitalong. I hadn't cast-on before finished projects hit the Ravelry group. Finished Goblet of Fire. Started the chess-themed short story anthology my guy wants me to read after "The Queen's Gambit." It's okay. The newest Longmire finally came to me via the library. And, best(?) of all, the first third of this year's slash pile has been burned. All this sheltering-in-place gave us a lot of time to accumulate prunings and burnables. After the rain stops and we have a week or so to dry up, maybe himself with start the next phase. The only good thing about that huge burn pile was that it reminded me that we really did do a lot of outside work over the spring and summer.
Wishing you all a wonderful whatever holiday you celebrate during December. Cross-posted from dreamwidth.org
Instead of the usual December fusses, we're focusing on himself's obsession, the Christmas Bird Count. This year's count, like everything else in the world in '20, is not its usual self. Usually, we have teams of non-pod people working large areas. After all of that fun, we have a count dinner with our donated beer and cider. The dinner makes up for a day of slogging around during what's usually rain and wind. Instead of the fun dinner, we'll have a Zoom count-up.
Who else is sick of Zoom?
In other news, I've finally realized that I've fallen out of love with science fiction as a literary genre. Maybe it isn't all SF, but just about everything I've tried to read the last few years has fallen flat. I did like the first couple of books of the Expanse series, but I stalled out on the third. I'll try that one again. Whenever I read too much in a series too quickly, my internal critic goes into hyperdrive. The characters were very good, and characters are what keep me reading.
In my little world, there isn't much going on. I did finally finish the WBH's Christmas socks. yay. Started a pair for myself and worked on the sweater in the knitalong from the spring. Never, ever going to do that again. I'm too slow of a knitter for a knitalong. I hadn't cast-on before finished projects hit the Ravelry group. Finished Goblet of Fire. Started the chess-themed short story anthology my guy wants me to read after "The Queen's Gambit." It's okay. The newest Longmire finally came to me via the library. And, best(?) of all, the first third of this year's slash pile has been burned. All this sheltering-in-place gave us a lot of time to accumulate prunings and burnables. After the rain stops and we have a week or so to dry up, maybe himself with start the next phase. The only good thing about that huge burn pile was that it reminded me that we really did do a lot of outside work over the spring and summer.
Wishing you all a wonderful whatever holiday you celebrate during December. Cross-posted from dreamwidth.org