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I was watching Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer earlier this evening. It first aired in 1964. I was 15. I'm now 59. I've seen it at least forty times. I still don't know the lyrics to most of the songs. I? Am hopeless.
Then The Polar Express came on. I wasn't really paying attention to it, but I had to turn the channel anyway because 1) the animation (or whatever) creeped me out and 2) the kid was running around having all of these adventures while wearing his pajamas. That just makes me nervous. I would have insisted on being allowed to get dressed in regular clothes. What? I never said I wasn't neurotic.
I filled out some Christmas cards for my family in the States: my brother, my SIL, my dad's widow, and my only living uncle. Oh, and my brother's dogs. The cats sent them a card. It's a family thing. Moving along then . . . I feel guilty about not sending out more, especially to my friends, but that's the way it is this year for a lot of folks, I see. Strange holiday, isn't it?
I was listening to the holiday music channel on the satellite receiver while I wrote out cards. I love Christmas carols. I mean the real carols: O Holy Night, Joy to the World, Angels We Have Heard on High, all the majors. They give me chills sometimes, because I find many of them majestic. They bring back wonderful memories of singing in the children's choir at church, and on Christmas Eve gathering with my many, many relatives to sing carols around the piano while Aunt Emma played and my aunts and uncles worked out some beautiful four part harmonies. Music is evocative, and Christmas carols are especially so for me. It makes me sad that I can no longer sing along with them. As I've said, I'm having problems with my speaking voice; my singing voice is completely gone. At least I can still listen to them, and for that I'm grateful.
I managed to take care of a few Christmas presents this week, too. Only a few, but it's better than none. I think this weekend I'm going to be out there slogging around with the rest of the procrastinators. On the other hand, I imagine the sales will be pretty good by then :)
And just to end on a non-Christmassy note, I was being eaten alive by baby alpacas this afternoon. Neo was chewing on my hat and my hair, and Ripley was nibbling my cheek and my nose. Suki was having none of it, though; she jumped up on Ripley's back as if to say, "She's no fun - come play with meeee!" And off they ran. You gotta love the crias.
Then The Polar Express came on. I wasn't really paying attention to it, but I had to turn the channel anyway because 1) the animation (or whatever) creeped me out and 2) the kid was running around having all of these adventures while wearing his pajamas. That just makes me nervous. I would have insisted on being allowed to get dressed in regular clothes. What? I never said I wasn't neurotic.
I filled out some Christmas cards for my family in the States: my brother, my SIL, my dad's widow, and my only living uncle. Oh, and my brother's dogs. The cats sent them a card. It's a family thing. Moving along then . . . I feel guilty about not sending out more, especially to my friends, but that's the way it is this year for a lot of folks, I see. Strange holiday, isn't it?
I was listening to the holiday music channel on the satellite receiver while I wrote out cards. I love Christmas carols. I mean the real carols: O Holy Night, Joy to the World, Angels We Have Heard on High, all the majors. They give me chills sometimes, because I find many of them majestic. They bring back wonderful memories of singing in the children's choir at church, and on Christmas Eve gathering with my many, many relatives to sing carols around the piano while Aunt Emma played and my aunts and uncles worked out some beautiful four part harmonies. Music is evocative, and Christmas carols are especially so for me. It makes me sad that I can no longer sing along with them. As I've said, I'm having problems with my speaking voice; my singing voice is completely gone. At least I can still listen to them, and for that I'm grateful.
I managed to take care of a few Christmas presents this week, too. Only a few, but it's better than none. I think this weekend I'm going to be out there slogging around with the rest of the procrastinators. On the other hand, I imagine the sales will be pretty good by then :)
And just to end on a non-Christmassy note, I was being eaten alive by baby alpacas this afternoon. Neo was chewing on my hat and my hair, and Ripley was nibbling my cheek and my nose. Suki was having none of it, though; she jumped up on Ripley's back as if to say, "She's no fun - come play with meeee!" And off they ran. You gotta love the crias.
