Things I like on Xmas Eve
-- The Glee cast duet of "Baby It's Cold Outside" sung by the two main gay characters as a seduction piece. Awesome.
-- Celestial seasonings herbal tea -- I forgot how good this stuff is. Mmm -- Mandarin Orange Spice. My sister had a sampler, and her daughters pressed various kinds on me, the past few times I've been over of an evening. This led me to buy some boxes -- the aforesaid Mandarin Orange Spice, and Lemon Zinger, and Tangerine-Orange Zinger -- when I was out shopping this afternoon. Also bought: a frozen mini-quiche for breakfast, some fresh squeezed orange juice, some Straus Dairy organic egg nog, some fancy canned cat food, diced boneless lamb for scotch broth tomorrow, some pine-smelling votive lights
-- having cats, even cats who bat at ornaments on the tree (really, only Devlin is prone to that)
-- having a brilliantly-lit Xmas tree, even if one cat bats at the ornaments
-- pine smelling votive lights
-- heat I can turn on, that eventually fills even this high-ceilinged room
-- fresh orangey-red freesia flowers
-- a hella comfy chair and ottoman and cover, from which I am going to watch some DVD -- possibly the only BluRay disc I own (it was the cheapest one at Best Buy, that seemed watchable) The Last Samurai. Or maybe one of the very many Bollywood movies I am behind on, though the ones that come to mind are both serious nationalist political pictures -- one is called The Man Who Wanted to Kill Vasco de Gama, and the other is one of the proliferating narratives of non-Gandhian, non-pacifist nationalist rebellion against the Brits.
-- Celestial seasonings herbal tea -- I forgot how good this stuff is. Mmm -- Mandarin Orange Spice. My sister had a sampler, and her daughters pressed various kinds on me, the past few times I've been over of an evening. This led me to buy some boxes -- the aforesaid Mandarin Orange Spice, and Lemon Zinger, and Tangerine-Orange Zinger -- when I was out shopping this afternoon. Also bought: a frozen mini-quiche for breakfast, some fresh squeezed orange juice, some Straus Dairy organic egg nog, some fancy canned cat food, diced boneless lamb for scotch broth tomorrow, some pine-smelling votive lights
-- having cats, even cats who bat at ornaments on the tree (really, only Devlin is prone to that)
-- having a brilliantly-lit Xmas tree, even if one cat bats at the ornaments
-- pine smelling votive lights
-- heat I can turn on, that eventually fills even this high-ceilinged room
-- fresh orangey-red freesia flowers
-- a hella comfy chair and ottoman and cover, from which I am going to watch some DVD -- possibly the only BluRay disc I own (it was the cheapest one at Best Buy, that seemed watchable) The Last Samurai. Or maybe one of the very many Bollywood movies I am behind on, though the ones that come to mind are both serious nationalist political pictures -- one is called The Man Who Wanted to Kill Vasco de Gama, and the other is one of the proliferating narratives of non-Gandhian, non-pacifist nationalist rebellion against the Brits.