Christmas morning first
Dec. 25th, 2006 07:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mrissaThis is the first Christmas morning of my life on which I did not wake up in the same house as my parents.
We didn't make a thing of it -- it would have been silly for me to go sleep down there with the horde of relatives. Mother and Dad are ten minutes away. But still: first ever. Not a horrible bad thing. Just different.
The last several years, I have been widely recognized to be old enough to wait awhile before waking the rest of the family for breakfast and stockings. My mom always expected me to go through a teenage phase when I was saying, "Mmmphglorf!" into the pillow and the rest of the family was waiting impatiently for me to arise so they could eat their cinnamon rolls and open their paperbacks (er, and other stuff -- but this is the true meaning of Santa Claus: paperbacks and CDs). This never happened. My concession to the late-rising teen years was to wake the family at 8:30 instead of 7:30 or 8:00.
But as I'm hypoglycemic, part of what I do while I wait for the family is to eat first breakfast. Second breakfast will come when they all wake up, and there my hobbiting ends, because we will not be having elevensies, or tea, or, from a certain perspective, lunch. (We'll have Christmas dinner in the early afternoon. I'll pick at something before I go to bed. It's not a perfect system, but it works.)
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markgritter were doing better by the time I went to bed last night. So that's definitely a good thing, something of a relief, particularly as Mark and I get on a plane to Michigan tomorrow morning, leaving Ista and timprov to keep watch over the relatives and the house, respectively, until we return late on the 28th. We'll have internet connectivity at the hotel, or if that goes awry, at seagrit and Jeff's house.
We didn't make a thing of it -- it would have been silly for me to go sleep down there with the horde of relatives. Mother and Dad are ten minutes away. But still: first ever. Not a horrible bad thing. Just different.
The last several years, I have been widely recognized to be old enough to wait awhile before waking the rest of the family for breakfast and stockings. My mom always expected me to go through a teenage phase when I was saying, "Mmmphglorf!" into the pillow and the rest of the family was waiting impatiently for me to arise so they could eat their cinnamon rolls and open their paperbacks (er, and other stuff -- but this is the true meaning of Santa Claus: paperbacks and CDs). This never happened. My concession to the late-rising teen years was to wake the family at 8:30 instead of 7:30 or 8:00.
But as I'm hypoglycemic, part of what I do while I wait for the family is to eat first breakfast. Second breakfast will come when they all wake up, and there my hobbiting ends, because we will not be having elevensies, or tea, or, from a certain perspective, lunch. (We'll have Christmas dinner in the early afternoon. I'll pick at something before I go to bed. It's not a perfect system, but it works.)
Ista and
markgritter were doing better by the time I went to bed last night. So that's definitely a good thing, something of a relief, particularly as Mark and I get on a plane to Michigan tomorrow morning, leaving Ista and timprov to keep watch over the relatives and the house, respectively, until we return late on the 28th. We'll have internet connectivity at the hotel, or if that goes awry, at seagrit and Jeff's house.
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Date: 2006-12-25 01:56 pm (UTC)I had cold duck, as I stripped the carcase for making soup, which is now simmering on the back of the stove.
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Date: 2006-12-25 02:15 pm (UTC)Second breakfast will offer my grandmother's cinnamon rolls, a mixed fruit salad, and three kinds of bread (Mom's cranberry and blueberry and my apple hazelnut).
Also I have just tested my new fountain pen and found it pleasant, and listed the new books in the file of books, which are their own kinds of nourishment.
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Date: 2006-12-25 02:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-25 06:32 pm (UTC)I realize my parsing [or communication skills, or something] is quite low. Hopefully this all makes sense. Am having a fractional first breakfast my own self. Can't go back to sleep otherwise.
Got Steve from airport successfully and installed his tiredness into bed.
Mrm. Words ending in -ness are my thing this weekend. How sad. I need more sleep and less Dashiell Hammett; I thought he wouldn't keep me up last night, and I was so horribly wrong. :> _Red Harvest_ was much better than whatever other Hammett I read months ago.
Happy holidaze and safe travel!
-hugs!-
- Chica
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Date: 2006-12-25 07:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-25 11:40 pm (UTC)I wonder if Nessie makes house calls? Or eats unwanted furniture?
Just seems that I'm adding -ness to many words this weekend, probably some of which are not too -ness-oriented. Ah, well. It could be worse.
- Chica