At work I saw a listing for one Don Kerr, who will be talking about a new book in January. I thought it was drummer extraordinaire Don Kerr of Rheostatics and Ron Sexsmith fame. I searched websites to confirm. It looked likely, as the Don Kerr I thought it was has a new book out. It wasn't until I did an advanced search that I discoverd the Don Kerr in question was not the same that I thought it was. This was disappointing. I will not see Don Kerr speak about his new book.
The holiday doldrums have set in. Last night I got home from trying to shop for gifts (didn't really work; still have many people to buy for, though they will just have to think I'm unthoughtful instead because I give up) with my sister and bro-in-law and felt really low. This lowness had more to do with feeling alone than feeling depressed, but I suppose at a certain point it's hard to distinguish the difference.
I always expect people to think about me as much as I think about them and it almost never happens. It is a set-up for emotional disaster. This year I gave up almost completely on trying to outreach with Christmas cards. They're on my floor awaiting addressing, yet I'm not sure I will get to them; an early 2007 letter sounds like a better option right now. It's hard to be wordy when you're feeling sort of crappy.
Unrelated, one of the ladies at work, who has been known to tell people in an absentminded way that they're fat, told me I look like I've lost weight. Sadly, no one told my belly because it's still there.
Back to work. Groan. More news as it unfolds.
If I don't say it before, Merry Christmas to you all. I hope your holiday is a good one.
Currently reading :
My Life in France
By Julia Child
Release date: 04 April, 2006
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