Today I received a package in the mail. I also tried to mail a package. Actually, I tried to mail two packages but only succeeded in sending one. But that's a different story.
I got a box in the mail from my Mom. I'm sure it's from my Dad, too, but the address label only has Mom's name on it. Anyway, it's the first present of the year, and my tiny little iridescent Mylar tree looks much happier now that it's not all alone in the living room. There are some other presents under the tree, but they are all out-going; which is very nice, because it means there are people here that I care about enough to have presents for them under my tree. And for the first time in a very long time, I am making a stocking for someone other than my fur bellies--another very nice change.
I had my Christmas Party with the McD's gang tonight. On one side I was very happy to see many of my co-workers without uniforms and hats. Who knew they all had such great hair? On the other side, I wished very deeply we'd had it somewhere other than the McD's playplace, with all the rambunctious kiddies in tow. Not that I have anything against rambunctious kiddies, but more than 2 or 3 in a confined space is enough to split my brain into at least a dozen tiny pieces. It was still nice though. The kids were all obviously having a great time. There was good food to eat, and a nice gift exchange, and I got to meet some of the folks who work during the week, or only at night, when I don't see them.
Today I was trying to mail a present to Mara and Rich. I managed to mail her birthday present (from May), but since I went to the machine, and it is unable to adjust itself for a non-standard request, I couldn’t mail the Christmas presents because the label wouldn't fit on the face of the box. I'll have to work on that. I guess that one will be late, too... Have to get it out soon, though. Home made trail mix won't taste yummy anymore if it doesn't get there quickly.
Yaw is off for a few days at the beginning of this week. He comes back Thursday, just in time for his birthday. I've got sauce for Karen-sagna cooking on the stove. I've warned him that this is NOT a healthy meal and that he should plan on fasting up until I feed it to him because he will want plenty of it. The man's waste is smaller than my thigh, and you go to a restaurant with him and watch him take 2/3 of the meal home. But put home made food in front of him, and just stand back. It's an amazing sight.
Well, the cats are lulling me into a late-evening stupor, and I've forgotten the rest of what was on my mind, so I think I shall finish the last two fingers of my beer and head off to bed. Early day tomorrow, battling it out with the line at the post office since a human will have to take my package in. Silly limitations. Oh well.
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