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The first of December already! Where did November, October, September, August go? Well, I know where August went as I sit here wearing a Vladivostok t-shirt, but what happened to the fall? Rain and high winds are making a racket outside but it's actually quite warm. We're having a heat wave. It got up over 50 degrees today and I thought I was going to faint from heat exhaustion because they had the heat going full blast in the Brown Bookstore. I even walked around Thayer Street in my shirtsleeves.
So instead of having wonderful adventures befitting the last day of a long weekend, we slept in, cuddled while we listened to Robert J Lurtsema play some really good music (it wasn't one of his theme shows thank goodness), drove back to Rhode Island... Nancy got her December bus pass at the Brown Bookstore. We ate lunch at Siam Garden. I finally got sriracha noodles, which I love but they only have on the lunch menu. I've been craving them for weeks but have only been there at dinner time. After lunch, Nancy went to the Gap to buy a new shirt and I went Xmas shopping at Brown Bookstore. Then on to CVS and Super Stop and Shop for essentials like deodorant and kitty litter. After all this I was exhausted. I headed home.
The drive home was slow but not dangerous.
I changed the orange wacko's litter box, ate a bite of dinner (well actually ice cream instead of dinner), looked up a poem I'd been trying to quote yesterday (To a Waterfowl), browsed the web a little but didn't find anything interesting, moved files around on my Mac, and started in on this journal entry. If this is a life, why is everyone so eager to get one?
Now that the Thanksgiving lottery has been held I know who I have to buy Xmas presents for. I drew Bobby in Bosnia. I better get on it so I can mail it in time to get there for the holiday. Gotta call Mom and find out if there is anything special on his list.
Christmas shopping is not one of my favorite activities. I hate crowds. I really hate crowds. I don't even go to get a haircut in the mall between Thanksgiving and Christmas. I shop only far away from malls and downtown Boston and anyplace else likely to be chock-a-block with people. Shopping for things I need for myself becomes a dreaded horror show. I force myself not to need anything until after the holidays. If all my underwear and socks turn to shreds tomorrow, I'll go underwear less and barefoot til January rather than set foot in a mall.
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