Post-Christmas
Dec. 26th, 2007 08:39![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mapsedgeWell. That's that. I'll just find a soft mattress in a quiet, padded room somewhere, shall I? Bullet points for brevity:
It was a good Christmas, as these things go, and I'm actually kind of glad to be back at work, being a creature of routine. It'll be a short week, and that's good too.
Spending four twenty-four hour days with my family, because it's rare, requires some adjusting by all of us. But I learned a few things, though I don't really feel like elaborating on them just now.
Jami is expressing his independence. That isn't always a bad thing. Sometimes it is. Sometimes, very much so.
Katie is trying very hard to grow up. She doesn't always succeed, but I'm proud of her anyway.
You know the old chestnut about men marrying women who can take over the roll of "mother?" Not me, man. One significant difference: my wife can friggin' cook.
Turkey, if it's done just right (and ours was), can carry a meal. Homemade cranberry sauce helps. So does homemade stuffing with gravy. And yeast rolls, those too. And raspberry jam.
With the proliferation of musical toys and toys with built in sound effects but no volume controls, Christmas is a bad time for an HSP. Thankfully my workspace is downstairs, away from the crowd and (mostly) the noise.
Hospitality has to bend to the exigencies of a tight - and sometimes inadequate - budget, as unpleasant a realization as that can be.
Candlelight services are beautiful and very moving, even for a cynic like me.
I probably shouldn't run multimedia for the midnight service again.
Shopping online is a great timesaver, but make sure when you're timing shipping that you're actually at the location when the shipment is supposed to arrive.
Jami is expressing his independence. That isn't always a bad thing. Sometimes it is. Sometimes, very much so.
Katie is trying very hard to grow up. She doesn't always succeed, but I'm proud of her anyway.
You know the old chestnut about men marrying women who can take over the roll of "mother?" Not me, man. One significant difference: my wife can friggin' cook.
Turkey, if it's done just right (and ours was), can carry a meal. Homemade cranberry sauce helps. So does homemade stuffing with gravy. And yeast rolls, those too. And raspberry jam.
With the proliferation of musical toys and toys with built in sound effects but no volume controls, Christmas is a bad time for an HSP. Thankfully my workspace is downstairs, away from the crowd and (mostly) the noise.
Hospitality has to bend to the exigencies of a tight - and sometimes inadequate - budget, as unpleasant a realization as that can be.
Candlelight services are beautiful and very moving, even for a cynic like me.
I probably shouldn't run multimedia for the midnight service again.
Shopping online is a great timesaver, but make sure when you're timing shipping that you're actually at the location when the shipment is supposed to arrive.
It was a good Christmas, as these things go, and I'm actually kind of glad to be back at work, being a creature of routine. It'll be a short week, and that's good too.
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Date: 2007-12-26 16:06 (UTC)S~
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Date: 2007-12-26 16:34 (UTC)I could NEVER be the organist. The temptation to play the doxology in the middle of service just to see who stands up would be overwhelming.
Or worse, in the middle of communion to see who spills their grape juice cup.
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Date: 2008-01-08 00:01 (UTC)