jawnbc | giddy-up Jingle Bells pick up your feet

Sorry

danthered, I lurve “Jingle Bell Rock.” And “Rocking Around the Christmas Tree.” And I’m just a-aching to hear the Muppets version of “The 12 Days of Christmas,” and can here Miss Piggy sing “fiiiiive gooooold ringggggs--bah-dah-bah-bah!” I’ve resolved to ban the phrase “last Christmas” from my vocabulary. George Michael and Wham! be damned. Damned I say! Damned!

I’ve switched to East coast time for the first time in years, to maxiimize contact hours. Yesterday I was up and abluted and over to visit Nanny before 10h00. Then hung out with Ma upstairs (it takes her hours to get it together to come downstairs for a few hours). Da wanted to go to the Oirish store in search of hard candy and biscuits, so we zipped ovah ta Brooklyn. No hard candies, but a few maxi-tins of bikkies; Da grabbed a funky little tea mug (covered in shamrocks) and said “here, here, take it back with you!” So I shall. And the store had dozens of silver claddagh rings, and when I asked Da to wait a couple of minutes so I could take a boo he said “yeah! yeah! lemme get you one!” So I did.

As is tradition, I’m wearing it with “the heart towards my heart,” because my heart is taken.

Back in Rockaway, Ma was downstairs and we commenced tree decorating. She directed, I fulfilled. We howled with laughter, dished the rest of the family,. snarked a bit. Someone recently blogged about how nice it was to spend time as an adult friend with their parents. We did that yesterday. A couple of trips up to the attic to drag down the Christmas Dishes (that’s new), and Ma’s large collection of Christmas cuddly toys (bears, Santas), and we were good to go. Da didnt’ feel like cooking (all that will be happening here today and tomorrow will be cooking), so we ordered Italian take-out (shrimp oreganata, bella). Problem is they eat by 17h30 every day--14h30 Hongcouver time. Suffice to say by 11pm I was starving.

After dinner, they were back upstairs by 19h00. I did a load of laundry, chatted with my sistah and brothahs--including mystery man Mike, whom I ran into online--then puttered online a bit. Lots of feelings going on, but too much to make much sense of it. Finally

querrelle and I had our nightly chat: as soon as I saw him on yahoo I started to bawl. I’m glad to have him to rely upon. Very, very glad.

Today I have to buy Da’s stocking stuffers for Ma, go to the post office to mail off the fookin’ journal article that’s been haunting me for months (woo hoo!), and take a look at the old neighbourhood. It’s pissing down right now, so not a great photo day. Will stop in to see Nanny en route. Oh, and grab some genuine NY-style pizza. Old school.