Since it’s quite ridiculous how many people are still shopping on the night before Christmas Eve, I decided to just join them when I finished work tonight and I bought some Christmas presents for myself. Now I’m sitting here drinking a mug of decaf coffee made with my brand new coffee maker, and burning a stick of patchouli insense. Which really really stinks. But the coffee is good! I decided (finally after weeks of deliberation) to just go with a pot that’s pretty much exactly like the one I had, but makes 10 cups instead of 12. And one of my favourite cups holds what my coffee pot says is two cups, so it’s really just a FIVE cup coffee maker. I’m hoping that this down size will result in a lot less cold coffee getting poured down the sink at the end of the day.
Also got some new glassware so that at least for the next couple of weeks or so we will actually have a set of something, as opposed to 14 different mismatched pieces. And then they’ll start to break one by one until eventually we’re right back to where we started. And about the last thing on earth I really needed was a couple more coffee mugs, especially ones as big as bowls with a Christmas theme. However, they made their way into my cart as well. I don’t know why, really, except that maybe it can be explained as some kind of shopping plethora. A person just gets into that mode and on a roll and it’s too difficult to just suddenly put yourself in park so you gear down and come to a grinding halt instead.
I’m thinking those things will hold a LOT of irish cream on Christmas morning. Maybe that thought was in the back of my head all along.
The prompt today is suggesting that I summarize my 2011 with one sentence for each month of the year. That would be a breeze if I had actually happened to do something even vaguely interesting once a month. But I’m sure I would have remembered at least 10 out of 12 things if that were the case, so it probably wasn’t and I probably won’t. Give you a summary, that is. I’m breathing a sigh of relief, and I imagine you must be too.
My daughter made it safe and sound to my son and daughter-in-laws house late this afternoon, so their Christmas fun has already begun. I hope the cousins will cherish the memories of these times they spend together. I’m already missing their little faces. I’m back at work again tomorrow! Isn’t that insane? As if anyone in his right mind would decide Christmas Eve is a fabulous time to buy a couple pairs of glasses. Oh yeah, I forgot – the Dec. 24th shoppers are NOT in their right minds at all so it’s anybody’s guess what I might sell to them. Although a more likely scenario is that I sit at the dispensing table staring off into space and occasionally nodding off. I hope somebody thinks to wake me up when it’s time to go home. But not before it’s too late to do any more damned shopping.