| | I'm just not going to talk about the gap between posts. I've -- well, I think I've been feeling worse than I even realise; tangled in some subliminal, sneaky sort of depression bent on convincing me that really, everything is reasonably okay. I don't know. And then I stop posting because I haven't been posting, and stop checking Xanga because, honestly, I'm a bit embarrassed, and then I feel gloomy because there are all of these days that will have no record. Oh, it's all silly.
Today marks the beginning of the Christmas season, which, aside from October, is my favourite time of the year. It sparkles, you know; and there are lovely things to look forward to: baking, decorating, cutting the tree -- we choose and cut down a tree from a tree farm every year that we've lived here, which is infinitely more romantic than when we used to go to buy them from Wal-Mart.
Thanksgiving was wonderful -- quiet and intimate, lazy and slow. I slept in (but Dad slept later), and wandered downstairs to watch a bit of the Macy's parade and have breakfast, which was breakfast burritos (sausage, egg, and cheese wrapped up in a tortilla), courtesy of Mum, and brown sugar cinnamon muffins, courtesy of me. (They came out a lot nicer than I thought they would.) We spent most of the day cooking, which is always a great deal of fun, although it makes for a bit of a mess trying to get in and out of the kitchen when everyone is trying to use the appliances at once. Really, it was one of the nicest we've had, though nothing much to talk about -- splendid to live, as things often turn out to be. No particularly entertaining anecdotes, though, I'm afraid!
This morning I was dragged out of bed before the sun for Black Friday adventuring. I am not, as you may recall, a morning person. But the morning was beautiful -- soft fluttering snow, the sky all pale and touched with pink, the air very clear and thin. Though, honestly, I doubt I would have come along at all had I not required brassieres so very badly (JC Penney had a sale, and we got some, and I am much more comfortable, and that is that), although I did get buttons for my tweed coat (half of them fell off) and a pretty silver clasp to sew onto my cloak in lieu of the plastic button that broke in half anyway. This makes me sound very clever and artsy, as though I actually can sew, but really I only just learnt to sew buttons and I'm more than a bit clumsy at it. (Which I suppose doesn't matter very much as button stitches are not very prominent unless you use the wrong shade of thread.)
Mum got stuff, but I don't remember what it was. Before long I was very nearly sleeping on my feet. When we got home I crawled into bed and slept for three hours.
I do lead an exciting life.
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