While cleaning up the Christmas mess I discovered one of my 50 or so shopping lists from this past month. This is what was on it:
- Real Bread
- Hard cider
- Deli Meat
To me, this means a few things:
1. Lists count as writing
2. My kids are grown up and coming home
Nothing but a wedge of low fat cheese has graced my deli drawer since they were home last. When the kids are away we can see daylight in our fridge, in our cabinets, in our home. With them here together, it is a bursting little apartment. Beds on floors, gifts and games in hallway, and food on counters with no more room in the two cabinets. Boots, jackets, mittens, hats, are strewn about on chairs and hooks, announcing a small Siberian army has landed.
Besides real bread and bourbon, and the explosion of personal property, two more things come to mind as I recall Christmas 2012:
1. Wrapping paper that came with grid lines on the back. I am craft-deficient; can’t cut a straight line. This was an amazing discovery!
2. [Scene:] the experience of a shopping mall on December 23rd
[Setting:] pouring rain and wind gusts over 35 miles per hour
The Mall was Helm’s Deep; I had to park out by Isengard and take my chances at The Fords of Isen.
Lost my bearings when returning and circled the lot with a 20 pound package under my arms.
There were hundreds if not thousands of Orcs desperate for a parking spot, so desperate that they attempted to follow me. When they realized I was leading them on a wild goose chase (a diversion!) they would bellow a big Orc scream then finally give up, splashing me and my hard won prize.
Soggy, but successful in my quest, I can say I will try to never go near a mall on December 23rd again.
[The Curtain Falls]