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Boxing Day
Dec. 27th, 2011 01:34 amTired. I'm usually tired the day after Christmas, not because I find the festivities exhausting but because I have to wake up early to sing at the Christmas Day service, where Mom and I are the choir in its entirety most years. This time around, we sang the Darke setting of "In the Bleak Midwinter," having recorded ourselves singing the Holzt setting mere days before. You see immediately that we cannot be pinned down.
Christmas was fairly low key, despite the addition of Brynt and Raiff. Watched the Albert Finney Scrooge, of course. Did not make any pies at all, nor any desserts, which is perhaps why I'm not sure we actually had the holiday even though there were two different breads served at dinner. I'm probably going to feel a bit off about the whole thing until I have a panettone*. This was Raiff's first Christmas, apparently. (He's Jewish, but I can't believe he hasn't partied with goyem before now). He said it was very enjoyable and celebratory and seemed not out of the ordinary for our household. Which is true. We may be homebodies, but we have a multitude of feastdays.
My most exciting gift came from Ciro and is a book of abdominal exercises, with a title that implies I'm flabby and asexual and writing that's vague and patronizing. Yet it is the best source for some specific research I wanted. This is the ultimate in know-your-audience, because I can picture plenty of gift-advice columns that would suggest you never, ever buy such a thing as a "present" for your wife.
* Aside from tasting good, panettone means "big small loaf of bread." I rest my case.
Christmas was fairly low key, despite the addition of Brynt and Raiff. Watched the Albert Finney Scrooge, of course. Did not make any pies at all, nor any desserts, which is perhaps why I'm not sure we actually had the holiday even though there were two different breads served at dinner. I'm probably going to feel a bit off about the whole thing until I have a panettone*. This was Raiff's first Christmas, apparently. (He's Jewish, but I can't believe he hasn't partied with goyem before now). He said it was very enjoyable and celebratory and seemed not out of the ordinary for our household. Which is true. We may be homebodies, but we have a multitude of feastdays.
My most exciting gift came from Ciro and is a book of abdominal exercises, with a title that implies I'm flabby and asexual and writing that's vague and patronizing. Yet it is the best source for some specific research I wanted. This is the ultimate in know-your-audience, because I can picture plenty of gift-advice columns that would suggest you never, ever buy such a thing as a "present" for your wife.
* Aside from tasting good, panettone means "big small loaf of bread." I rest my case.
