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Fah Who Foraze, Dah Who Doraze
Dec. 3rd, 2011 08:01 pmI have a terrible cough today, but not from a cold or anything - I just keep eating inefficiently and choking myself.
Ciro and I decided to send out proper Christmas cards for the first time, rather than my usual approach of "well, I'll send you one if you ask me," so the main errand of the day was a trip to the local bookstore to pick out an array that could be distributed to various friends and family - a card assortment which holds together visually but has enough variation to make it appropriate for recipients with differing senses of humor and family compositions. Ciro checked to see whether the bookstore had ordered copies of the new edition of The Silver Spoon, and indeed they have! Triumph!
The custom piece of pottery I commissioned for my parents for Christmas arrived, and looks even better than the pictures. (I won't elaborate, on the off chance Mom or Dad stops by this entry, which is tremendously unlikely.) Otherwise, I have done no real Christmas shopping, beyond bookmarking a few possibilities almost by accident. I can't really buy presents for people ahead of time, because I get too excited and can't handle waiting until the actual gift-giving event: I have found a thing that would make a person happy, and it is in my possession, lingering, delayed from its purpose. Three weeks out is challenging enough, and I can only manage it because I can wrap it and put it under a tree, which is also somewhat exciting. Storing an object in my closet for months would be unbearable.
Ciro and I decided to send out proper Christmas cards for the first time, rather than my usual approach of "well, I'll send you one if you ask me," so the main errand of the day was a trip to the local bookstore to pick out an array that could be distributed to various friends and family - a card assortment which holds together visually but has enough variation to make it appropriate for recipients with differing senses of humor and family compositions. Ciro checked to see whether the bookstore had ordered copies of the new edition of The Silver Spoon, and indeed they have! Triumph!
The custom piece of pottery I commissioned for my parents for Christmas arrived, and looks even better than the pictures. (I won't elaborate, on the off chance Mom or Dad stops by this entry, which is tremendously unlikely.) Otherwise, I have done no real Christmas shopping, beyond bookmarking a few possibilities almost by accident. I can't really buy presents for people ahead of time, because I get too excited and can't handle waiting until the actual gift-giving event: I have found a thing that would make a person happy, and it is in my possession, lingering, delayed from its purpose. Three weeks out is challenging enough, and I can only manage it because I can wrap it and put it under a tree, which is also somewhat exciting. Storing an object in my closet for months would be unbearable.
