Overall, I have to say this was pretty much a bleah Christmas for me and even for my immediate family. It wasn’t bad, no one had anything awful happen to them, no one got pissed at anyone else, but no one seemed particularly embued with festive holiday spirit.
Good morning, class. Today’s lesson for The Holiday Season is “Why you shouldn’t give monetary gifts.” Pay attention, there may be a quiz.
Year after year, Miss Manners and other etiquette mavens tell us that monetary gifts are impolite, and yet no one listens. The gift givers like to write checks or tuck a little cash in an envelope because it is easy and after all, who doesn’t want money as a gift? The recipients prefer money because they are tired of getting useless crap that takes up space and that they don’t feel they can throw away because what if the giver finds out? So a lot of people agree that money is the best gift for weddings and birthdays and Christmas.
I’m sure everyone is sick of hearing complaints about The Holiday Season, especially my complaints. I know I don’t want to hear another negative word out of myself … well, unless I am telling a good story, like the adventures of my Christmastime trip to the suburbs of New Orleans.
So I am going to list some of the positive, happy things about December and its accompanying holidays.
Today I am facing the challenge of seeing how much I can write before my mom shows up from her Christmas card shopping to ask me what I am doing. I’m at PJ’s in Clearview Shopping Center, and although the table is uneven and I should have put more sugar in my coffee, I am as happy as I can be at this moment.
I give up.
I am not going to be able to do Holidailies. I am not going to see any movies this month, I am not going to do anything remotely fun that I want to do.
Normally I am one of the Alamo Drafthouse’s biggest fans. Austin currently has three Alamo Drafthouse theaters and I like them all, even the one waaay up north, which is a bit of a drive for me but the sound and picture quality are better than the Alamo Village right by my house. And then Alamo Downtown shows all these groovy movies and they have special events and Dollar Night …
Well, Alamo Downtown doesn’t quite have Dollar Night anymore, and the story behind how I found out will explain why I am rather cranky with the Alamo folks this week.
Usually I write my letter to you earlier in the month but I appear to be in more denial than usual about Christmas this year. I am very sorry. I know Christmas is your big day, and I should be all excited about it, but I would like to hide under the bed until it goes away.
I am cleaning things out in order to make room for another person’s stuff in the house. I admit to having packrat tendencies, although once in awhile I will clear out huge amounts of stuff.
It was easy enough to weed out a bunch of clothes for Goodwill, but then I started cracking open boxes in my closets and things got a lot more difficult.
I have cramps, and the remains of a migraine, and in about an hour I have to go to the office and do a lot of work. So really, this is just a test to see if I can stare at a computer screen without any difficulties. I’m sorry if you feel used.
I’m bored and restless and tired of working around the house, and my boyfriend is at his apartment packing and cleaning. I keep wanting to call my sister, but I can’t because it’s Monday night.