eight days of happy - day 4
forgot to post this yesterday. oops. :/
first off, i found this fanfic over on lifein1973 - it's a letter from sam, gene, and edward sexby explaining why they were unable to attend a christmas party (hint: the word starts with 'three' and ends with 'some'). lo, it ist verily a hoot, forsooth. :)
next, i went ZOOOOOOOOOMING and ZOOOOOOOOOOOOMING down memory lane, revisiting the adventures of the real live santa claus and his hetero life partner, toyboy.
then i spent a considerable amount of time vigorously trying not to slip and fall on my ass, as apparently native portlanders / vancouverites seem to think that de-icing the sidewalks would be cheating somehow. but everyone i saw while out and about was in such amazingly good spirits that it was contagious - one girl asked me if i was liking the snow ('oh yeah - love it' / sarcasm) and two more saw me fiddling with my newly-purchased disposeable camera and told me i could take a picture of them. so i did. hope it turns out. anyway, good humour, christmas spirit; whatever you want to call it, it makes me happy.
after that, all the other causes for good-moodiness were pretty standard: my power was still on *knock wood*, and i was glad to have the internet to keep me company while i was snowed in. mostly, though, i'm incredibly happy that i'm not stranded at an airport this season. every night on the news we keep hearing stories about travelers stranded at PDX who are somehow miraculously managing to keep their spirits up and look out for each other. (although it did made me smile that they were making such a big deal out of some people offering their homes to weary travelers - if this were kansas, every single one of those people stuck at the airport would be at a private home by now instead of just a handful of them. but it's still very nice of the people who offered) now, granted, PDX is probably the nicest airport in the known universe ever to be stranded at - after all, it's the only airport in all of creation that has not one, not two, but THREE DIFFERENT powell's stores inside it! honestly, it just doesn't get any cooler than that. but some of these folks have been told they won't be going anywhere until after christmas - or the weekend, in the worst cases - and that's got to be rough on a person. so i'm very, very happy to be in my own place right now, devoid of screaming children *knock wood* and sleeping in my own bed.
Q
*settling back for another cuppa, and possibly a pastry or two*