Monthly Archives: December 2008
Still not really in the spirit, but I’ve managed to go through the motions, so there’s a Christmas tree with ornaments on it (none of the breakable ones, though, we’re waiting on those: if the cats haven’t tipped the tree over by tomorrow noon, we’ll hang them up too) and presents under it. DrBob is handling the food, I get to clean (yay…), and tomorrow will be pretty full, SO I am taking this opportunity to wish you all a warm, family-ful, safe holiday season. I’ll say Happy Christmas, because that’s what I celebrate, but if you prefer Hanukkah or Eid or Solstice, then have a happy that.
Song du jour of the day: All That I Want, by the Weepies.
I am not a Christmas disdainer. I love Christmas, always have, especially since I moved to Bavaria. It’s so sparkly and pretty and fun with the lights and glühwein and Christmas markets and finding an ornament for each of the boys and playing Christmas music nonstop until my husband runs screaming from the room every time I head for the stereo. And I was planning to do it UP this year, our last Bavarian Advent (we’ll be back for Christmases, I’m pretty sure, but the whole run-up is also wonderful, and we won’t be here for that), but… I don’t know, I just didn’t. Couldn’t? Haven’t yet, if we’re being optimistic, I guess there’s still time. Continue reading
Aaaand that’s all I have time to write today. Gah.
Song du jour of the day: What You Deserve Is What You Get, by Seeed.
Except it’s Thursday, not Friday, and I don’t go there, they just bring it to me. Behold globalization’s bounty – the bananas, though organic and fairly traded, are from Ecuador. I guess some compromises have to be made: I frequently find myself at the grocery store having to choose between the styrofoam-packed organic apples from New Zealand, and the pesticide-laden apples in a recyclable cardboard box from right nearby. The milk people also clearly do not know their market – waxed paper cartons of organic? Or deposit-bottles from the factory farm? C’mon, folks, it’s not rocket science. Continue reading
Ignatz concludes that Elvish waybread must taste like hot dogs, because it says in the book that Sam ate it with relish.
Song du jour of the day: Nur ein Wort, by Wir Sind Helden.
And not even in a rut, really. I’m actually doing better – spending more time with the kids, getting more housework done, focusing better on my job(s). But it leaves me less time to blog, and honestly, none of it’s interesting to anybody but me. But I’m still here, and if anything interesting happens, I’ll let you know.
Song du jour of the day: Hide and Seek, by Imogen Heap.