Hold on to the thread.
My parents sent me a Christmas tree...Our artificial tree, to be exact, the one we've had for....What, has it bee like? I don't know, five, six years maybe...No, more, more than that, I've been divorced four plus years...I guess around the start of High School, which was 97, which was 10 years ago. When they stopped feeling able to go out and by a tree. The last five years at least...Alright, I've been here almost two years...When I was there, the last five or so years at least I was the sole person to put it up. It's a bit of a pain in the ass, really, but it looks well enough when it's full of tinsel and garland and lights and ornaments. Less like the Charlie Brown Christmas tree, anyhow. They sent that to me because there was no way I guess they would ever get any more use out of it. It took me a few hours to put it up, the lights irritated the hell out of me, and it still looks a bit shabby...But it'll do until there's tinsel and silver garland...There's some gold garland in the box...But, I have an aversion to gold.
Was a bit weird opening up the box to all the Christmas memories, stuff I tried to leave behind, but I was glad to see the silly stuffed Penguin and Santa stockings, even though Kade claimed he hated stockings. And Christmas trees. And decorations. And those little lights. How can you hate an excuse to stuff something with candy and little things? I don't get it. I miss stockings, I'd like one. But...He did compliment me on how the tree looked, so I guess he doesn't hate it entirely. Just not sure what the hell I'm going to do with the boxes...
I spent another hour or so in the kitchen doing all the prep work for tomorrow's feast for two. Making the spinach dip, the dough for the cheddar biscuits, chopping some celery and peeling garlic...You know, the annoying piss ant shit that slows everything down in the kitchen...On the menu tomorrow is Duck, cheddar biscuits, cranberry sauce, some (hopefully not dry) bread and spinach dip and cherry pie. I probably should have bough some potatoes to get some smashed potatoes going, but I'm sure there'll be damn plenty for two people.
Feeling a bit melancholy today, suppose just the random outcropping of lonesomeness. Doesn't matter too much. This morning I completely redid my profile on LJ..Shortened it down to nothing, basically. I felt like I was trying to overexplain myself too much, in a...I don't know, 'please like me' fashion? Or 'please don't be offended by me'? Perhaps that's more apt. So, that's all redone... A 'friend' came back from France last night, he'd been gone for nearly three months there. I was glad to see him, he comes in and visits with me in the store when he's there and that's always nice. I don't know him outside the store or anything. He left shortly before I got off work and when I was coming out I saw a bunch of cop cars, and someone who looked exactly like him leaning against the wall by the store next door while three cops were talking to him. I couldn't be sure...But it was his profile, the same things he was wearing from what it looked like. I got worried, I wanted to stop, but I didn't want to, and...If he'd done something bad, well...That's mortifying. But what could have happened? I worried about it all night when I let myself be quiet for a moment. If he stole something from the Gamestop...what could he have stolen? They keep all their games behind the counter...I guess he could steal accessories but, this kid, he's a good kid, I couldn't imagine... And if he Did, then I'd not be able to let him back in the store. Hopefully something else happened, though I don't hope he was mugged or something...It would be better, since he was unhurt, if it was something that was entirely not his fault. I damned myself for not having his email or something so I could check up on him.
I worried enough about it last night to have bad dreams he robbed the store, and I was trying to reason with him. Something all muddled like that. Perhaps it wasn't him.
Anyhow...Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. It started about 15 minutes ago.
Was a bit weird opening up the box to all the Christmas memories, stuff I tried to leave behind, but I was glad to see the silly stuffed Penguin and Santa stockings, even though Kade claimed he hated stockings. And Christmas trees. And decorations. And those little lights. How can you hate an excuse to stuff something with candy and little things? I don't get it. I miss stockings, I'd like one. But...He did compliment me on how the tree looked, so I guess he doesn't hate it entirely. Just not sure what the hell I'm going to do with the boxes...
I spent another hour or so in the kitchen doing all the prep work for tomorrow's feast for two. Making the spinach dip, the dough for the cheddar biscuits, chopping some celery and peeling garlic...You know, the annoying piss ant shit that slows everything down in the kitchen...On the menu tomorrow is Duck, cheddar biscuits, cranberry sauce, some (hopefully not dry) bread and spinach dip and cherry pie. I probably should have bough some potatoes to get some smashed potatoes going, but I'm sure there'll be damn plenty for two people.
Feeling a bit melancholy today, suppose just the random outcropping of lonesomeness. Doesn't matter too much. This morning I completely redid my profile on LJ..Shortened it down to nothing, basically. I felt like I was trying to overexplain myself too much, in a...I don't know, 'please like me' fashion? Or 'please don't be offended by me'? Perhaps that's more apt. So, that's all redone... A 'friend' came back from France last night, he'd been gone for nearly three months there. I was glad to see him, he comes in and visits with me in the store when he's there and that's always nice. I don't know him outside the store or anything. He left shortly before I got off work and when I was coming out I saw a bunch of cop cars, and someone who looked exactly like him leaning against the wall by the store next door while three cops were talking to him. I couldn't be sure...But it was his profile, the same things he was wearing from what it looked like. I got worried, I wanted to stop, but I didn't want to, and...If he'd done something bad, well...That's mortifying. But what could have happened? I worried about it all night when I let myself be quiet for a moment. If he stole something from the Gamestop...what could he have stolen? They keep all their games behind the counter...I guess he could steal accessories but, this kid, he's a good kid, I couldn't imagine... And if he Did, then I'd not be able to let him back in the store. Hopefully something else happened, though I don't hope he was mugged or something...It would be better, since he was unhurt, if it was something that was entirely not his fault. I damned myself for not having his email or something so I could check up on him.
I worried enough about it last night to have bad dreams he robbed the store, and I was trying to reason with him. Something all muddled like that. Perhaps it wasn't him.
Anyhow...Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. It started about 15 minutes ago.