My extra extra long holiday break from work (four, count ‘em, four whole days off in a row) started off great! I woke up, got out of bed, went to the bathroom, and snuggled into a very snuggly duvet on the couch. My plans for today: breakfast, nap, lunch, shower, supper. I haven’t assigned specific times and I might drop most of the meals in favor of extended unstructured grazing. I haven’t even set the order of events, altho nap will probably be first.
Days two - four are even less settled. Family Christmas tomorrow (Wait. Is tomorrow Friday? Okay, according to my phone today is Thursday. (And who had within the first half hour in the pool?)), and I think Sunday we’re visiting an aunt in northern Kentucky.
I stocked up on necessities like instant coffee and potato chips and carrots so I’m set no matter what I decided to do. I checked out a couple of dvds from work: What We Do in the Shadows and Jumanji: Welcome to the Jungle. (Okay, even I question my movie choices. But for some reason I’ve really want to rewatch WWDS and almost got The Last Witch Hunter to go with it but then I saw J:WttJ (my god why did I pick movies with such long titles?!) and I thought it would at least be less dark.) I promise I’ll throw in a wholesome normal Christmas movie like How the Grinch Stole Christmas and miscellaneous versions of A Christmas Carol. Because those are all light and joy. My point is (now at least if not when I started this paragraph back in aught-two) is that there has always been a sense of emotional and spiritual darkness around the winter solstice. If watching vampire housemates in Wellington dispells your personsal darkness for a little while, then go for it. You don’t have to watch holiday rom-coms if that’s not your thing. “May your days be merry and bright,” — as long as you’re not emotionally or physically hurting someone else, then do whatever brings you peace and joy. Today and Christmas Day and every day. (I should really go back over this and maybe put in a few paragraph breaks, but I’m afraid I’ll start editing myself and decide this is all banal twaddle and no one will want to read it. So I’m sticking with as-is.)
p.s. Crap what was it? I thought, I need to put a p.s. about that as I was typing something . . . Oh right. When I say How the Grinch Stole Christmas, I mean the original animated with Boris Karloff narrating altho not singing even tho I grew up believing he did and learning just very recently that he did not was waaaay worse than learning Santa was just my parents.
Yesterday at work two patrons asked if we had the Grinch movie, and we have all of them tho 2/3 were checked out. The first person wanted the recent animated movie, the second wanted the Jim Carrey live-action. The only one available was the original animated, which is the only real Grinch.
And yes I know I just got lecturing about how you should do what you like rather than what others insist is the only right thing, but have some standards y’all.
p.p.s. I own up to my own hypocrisy. It’s the only way I’ll ever learn.
p.p.p.s. Powers That Be, please stop rebooting Grinch movies. He’s not freakin’ Spider-Man.
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