2005
Me, I Want a Hula Hooooo
Not much to report here. Simon and I are still recovering from our Sunday drive, I fear, and we did some world-class sleeping last night. It might not be so unusual that we were in bed until 11 a.m. on a work day if we hadn’t also fallen asleep around 10 the night before. We are such fogies.
We put in an episode of MST3K (courtesy of Will) around 8:30, and by the end of the movie, the three of us–including Miss Eve Needycat–were zonked on the couch, half falling onto the floor. The leftover turkey helped the drowsy get a nice firm grip on us, too.
As it was, it turned out to be a good night for staying in. The torrential rains have hit hard here in the Bay Area, and we tipped our collective hat to the storm season by lighting some candles, cooking up some rich, chocolatey, hot Ovaltine, and hunkering down under a big blanket. Miss Eve Needycat showed her enthusiasm for our presence by parking her purring body on my chest for about nine hours straight. Maybe I’ll buy her a Baby Bjorn for Christmas. (How is it possible that the internet has only one picture of someone Baby Bjorning their cat? How?!)
Right now I feel like I’m in a holding pattern. There are parties and band practices to attend, gym schedules to keep, appointments to schedule, flights to be booked, but all my energy seems to be pointing toward Christmas. Simon goes to England and I go to Salt Lake in a mere two and a half weeks, and the time between now and then feels like little more than filler. He already has my gift tucked away in the hall closet (no peeking!), and I’m already in full freak-out mode about what to get him. Forget “What do you get the guy who has everything?” How about “What do you get the guy who IS everything?” Le sigh. Le sappy sap sap.
In the meantime, there are needycats and crockpots and scarves and mix cds and shopping and movies and a stack of Christmas sheet music this high. There are also wreaths on the coat hanger, leftover latkes in the fridge, and a fra-gee-lay leg lamp in a store in The Grove (where the snow and the tapping ladies live). One half of me wants to stay under the covers with a warm boy and a warm cat until the rains stop in February, and the other half can’t wait to hear my brother do his Golden Echo Harmonica voice. ‘Tis the season to be torn to pieces by wanting to have it all, always, all the time.
2005
Braaaaaains
We made it back from LA last night just in time to get not enough sleep. Take 3 am and add to it a fat-ass face-sleeper cat and weather so cold I could cry, and you end up with a zombie brain. I just noticed I’m wearing Simon’s gym socks and one of them is inside out. Oh, Monday.
2005
It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas
It snowed today. A trolley rolled down the street and then girls in top hats and sparkly tights jumped off and tapped around to jazzy holiday tunes and then the sky busted open and snow drifted onto the unsuspecting onlookers that gasped and then sighed and then raised their hands up to the sky with genuine childlike wonder. Winter in Los Angeles. Sponsored by AT&T and Sephora.
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Dear Santa, Will wants this blender for Christmas. It makes nutritious smoothies and monitors atmospheric radiation. He has been a good boy this year and really deserves it. Thanks.
