I found out last night that my family is coming to stay at my house for Christmas. My mom is sort of funny about these things because she called and asked what was happening for Christmas. I said I hadn't talked to my sister (the car-owner, meaning my ride home) so wasn't sure. Then Mom launches into the plan.
Actually, she precursors it by telling me that my friend's mom called to see if I needed a ride home because her son is coming home and could give me a ride. (I decided long ago that that would not be happening for a number of reasons, none of which I can go into now, but let's just say 4.5 hours in a car with him will not happen.) Then she says she talked to my sister and Anita asked if they could come down because her husband is working on Christmas Eve and Day, and wants to be able to have both Christmas traditions. It didn't even sound like it was a hard sell.
What all this means is a few things:
1) My parents and my older brother are staying at my house for a few days, apparently because my house is "bigger" than my sister's, which is surprising since she lives in the suburbs and I, well, don't.
2) I get a traditional Christmas Eve with perogies and pokousel (we could never figure out how to spell it, but it is all kinds of awesome) without the 4.5 hour car ride over the scary mountain highway. And I get leftovers!
3) In theory, I could pull out the china I've been trying to collect, though I might have only five place settings and there could be 6 of us. I don't care; I'm eating on it if we use it. There is one that isn't like the others (I'm mixing the sets so they aren't all matchy-matchy), so that one is mine.
4) I can use the china because I suspect we will be doing all the cooking and eating here, since I now own and have set up my grandparents' dining table set and have about a million chairs scattered around the house (14 that could be used for table seating, I believe). My sister is doing Christmas Day at her inlaws and I think my parents are reluctant to spend another Christmas Day with them because they are a fairly (let's say) graphic family.
5) I have to finish unpacking or figure out how to readjust the stuff stored in my closets to make it look like I'm not avoiding the contents because my parents enjoy telling me how messy I am, even though this home is significantly better maintained than the last, where I was miserable because it was like living in a cellar.
6) I'm going to have to go to confession because we're going to the cathedral downtown for Christmas Eve (my mom was really excited when I asked if she wanted to go there), so no more being naughty this month once I haul my bum in to pour out my recent sins to a virgin.
I am not a huge fan of the holiday season in general, so this is the best-case scenario, having Christmas come to me. In all honesty, I was ready to stay home and eat Chinese take-out alone this year, but this means I get to see my parents and pick up a couple of presents instead. This is a better plan than bellyaches.
I just realised I have to hide my beer or have my brother drink it all. Guh. There's no way I'm going to drink it all before Christmas. My liver needs a break.
Currently listening :
69 Love Songs, Pt. 1
By Magnetic Fields
Release date: 07 September, 1999
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