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Don’t dream it’s over
I don’t consider myself an alarmist, but I have noticed the calendar a little more lately.
December 21st is rapidly approaching and after the asteroid a couple of days ago I do have an eery underlying nervousness.
Peeling back an advent calendar door seems a little morbid with that date looming.
I feel like we should have the day off or something, just in case. I’d like to be home with Nic if it’s to be.
I googled yesterday and NASA assures us, they don’t cotton to the end of the world theory.
I hope our time isn’t up.
I love this place. There is so much beauty in the world. So much love.
But if it is the end – I’ll brace myself and stare at it, whatever ‘it’ is, head on.
I’ll get ready to tell God ‘thank you’ for letting me come to the Earth for a while.
Good thing I tell him every night, because none of us really know when our own personal December 21st is coming.
Wishing you a ‘Happy’. That’s it. Carry on.
Attended the annual Christmas party on Saturday and the requisite topic of this time of the year was overheard by my bionic ear. (Okay, the person was about 3 people from me at the table, although it was a bit of a feat to hear them over the lounge singer).
“I won’t say Happy Holidays, it’s Merry Christmas“.
Now, I’ve always sort of agreed with that. Well, more to the point, agreed that people should be allowed to say “Merry Christmas” – and maybe it was my shiny dress talking but I heard myself say (or my dress say), “But there are a lot of holidays in December. A proprietor has to consider all of their customers”.
There’s Hanukkah, Christmas, Yule, Kwanzaa, New Years, to name a few.
Unless someone’s holding a manger set and wearing a cross, I’d be jumping to a conclusion to say “Merry Christmas!” as a customer checked out.
Isn’t that pretty serious profiling to just assume something as personal as someone’s religious beliefs?
No one get’s offended when they’re told “Happy Presidents Day!” (Do they?!)
I can’t recall getting the response, “HEY! I celebrate Lincolns birthday – don’t lump that Federalist Washington in there!”
Then again, to be perfectly honest, I don’t recall wishing someone Happy Presidents Day either.
I personally wouldn’t be offended if anyone wished me a happy anything.
Happy works for me.
I’ll even roll with “Happy Birthday” if it’s not my birthday. Why not?
But God forbid (literally apparently) a cashier notice a birthday while looking at a Jehovah’s Witness drivers license. No celebrating that for them.
It’s all so bonkers.
Just smile and nod people. Don’t get your panties in a bunch.
There are in fact multiple holiday’s in December.
Just wish every one a ‘Happy’.
Ooo! And here’s my shiny dress.
The advent calendar debacle
Busy week! Busy at work, tired at home – actually overslept a couple of mornings ago too. Blogging has been almost impossible considering – plus, my son has been hogging the computer during the fleeting hours in the evening we share awake.
I have to tell you about the day before my big outing to the laundromat.
November’s trips to the grocery store were met with an advent calendar display at the checkout. I was tempted every time to grab one (at $1.50 who could resist?). Apparently I could. “It’s only November for crying out loud”. I told myself. “Probably the chocolate will go bad if I buy it this early”. I told myself.
The fact that the very same advent calendars in December would be the ones from November didn’t dawn on me.
Any who. It’s the first shopping trip of December and I’m determined to come home with that little cardboard holiday delight. DETERMINED.
Off we go. Shopping done – to the checkout. Um … where are they?? I panicked and glanced around (why is it when you want someone to ask ‘are you finding everything ok?’ they don’t??).
I fancied myself an extroverted get things done type person in my head, “You there! Yes, you. Direct me to your advent calendars – the checkout display has been displaced”. What really happened was I just stood there, all pitiful looking – my son rolling his eyes.
I did find someone who accidentally made eye contact with me. “No, they sold out”. Ug.
I was not going home without a freaking advent calendar. Fine. We’ll check out and go to another store.
Next store – none. Managed to lose my son in a Christmas aisle – (that brought back memories).
Once I found him, probably he thought we were going home – oh heck no.
Off to another shop!!
And, they did have advent calendars. Approximately 4 of them. All the same design.
The epitome of Christmas – the perfect touch for a Season of Joy and a daily countdown …
Oh yeah. Nothing says ‘Christmas’ like Disney Pixar’s ‘Cars’. Pfft.
I’ve never even seen the movie – but that was all there was. It came home with us.
I ranted a little on Facebook – and dutifully peeled the doors open for about 5 days. Pathetic little squares of horrible chocolate flopping out.
I had to force Nic to participate … ‘Let’s find ‘2’ … isn’t this exciting?! Your turn to find 2!’. Evidently it wasn’t all that exciting.
I have a friend (remember Lisa the BFF that I said would be showing up in more posts? Yeah her. The one currently prepping for a business trip to Hong Kong tonight – lucky!) Anyway, she caught wind of my advent issue.
Came home this week to a big box.
The Christmas countdown is on now!
Looky what came in the mail.
Now I have 3! Three advent calendars! ^_^ Aren’t they gorgeous??
The interest in participating has increased around here. The chocolate is amazing.
This morning, as Nic was peeling open day 7 on the new ones unprompted, I asked, “Hey – what about the ‘Cars’ one?”
“That’s on you” he said.
Actually wrapped some gifts tonight in his absence. The countdown is on – and it’s yummy.
And since he’s spending the night out – looks like I’ll be enjoying 3 chocolates for breakfast tomorrow. 🙂
My Dirty Laundry
Scandalous … eye-catching. But yeah, this is really about my dirty laundry. Literally.
The only thing scandalous that happened was someone took the laundry cart I’d selected and I had to pick another one. :-O
Here’s what I wrote for you.
Busier than usual at the laundromat today. “You’ve lost that loving feeling” is playing on the little boombox (are they still called that?).
Smells of fabric softener, detergent and warmth in here. The white noise of the dryers hum over ‘don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t let it slip away’.
All clothes sound so soft tumbling around in an industrial dryer! I swear, the scratchiest article of clothing would sound like a fluffy, high count cotton towel in there.
I like watching people fold. I mean, I don’t stare at them or anything, but I notice.
My favorite ‘folder’ was a wisp of a man. I dubbed him ‘Handkerchief Man’.
He must have had at least two dozen of them at his folding table. All white.
He halved, smoothed, quartered, smoothed. Then placed the little square to one side once he was satisfied.
Okay, I did stare at him. I got lost in his concentration. He was old and thin, I wanted to wrap him in cotton wool he looked so fragile. He kept folding, I was smiling. Inventing his back story in my hypnotic state – just dreamy.
That is, until he walked past me muttering one foul word after another. I was shocked – a giggle bubbled up into my throat. It had to have been some sort of tourettes or illness saying those words, not my delicate old gentleman!
I saw him a couple of months later in line at the bank. He was muttering again, appearing a lot less precious without his linens.
Today I’m sat in a chair in a corner. My usual spot and my back up spot taken. Great view of the room though.
How must I look scribbling onto my little yellow pad? Am I now someones ‘Writing Girl’? I’ll look different at the bank. LOL!
There are 4 machines by the front windows. A ‘grabby’ game with cheap stuffed prizes, a beverage vending machine and two antiquated video games. I know one has ‘Frogger’ on it. (Before the novelty of the laundromat wore off, Nic used to come with me. We ventured over that direction with some quarters).
Now I come alone. Usually I’ll toss the dirty into a couple of machines then leave to run other errands.
Not today.
It takes half an hour for the wash to finish – then I grab a cart (usually a yellow one, my favorite color) and push over to the dryers. Nine times out of ten, a pair of underwear (always mine of course) mischievously throws itself to the floor during transfer. I do the glance around, bend, scoop and grab manuever hoping no one saw. Dryers take about twenty minutes.
I don’t mind so much coming here. It’s nice to get all the loads done at once. Sometimes though, I wish I had my ‘days off’ to be at home.
I smell of bleach from my part-time Sunday morning job – I’m grateful though.
When I get home with the clean laundry, I’ll put mine away. Give Nic his basket (where his clothes will stay until he dips in for something he needs).
I’ll take a shower, put comfy ‘at home’ clothes on and take the afternoon to refresh before starting dinner.
That’s after I share this with you of course.
You can always count on me to share my dirty laundry.













