A Quiet Christmas
I slept in nice and late today, and had a pet-fest with the cats when I woke up. It's peculiar to think that the thought of ***Christmas!!!*** no longer drives me bonkers all night long, like it used to. Although in the long run that's probably best.
My Mom sent a couple of cats toys, filled with catnip, which drove the cats absolutely bonkers. You don't know how gross a cat toy can get until a cat has licked and licked it for over an hour trying to get every last drop of catnip taste out. Ick! And then Jefferson dropped one of the toys in the tree stand. Ickick. But they had fun playing with the wrapping paper and their toys, and I gave them an early dinner.
I spent the afternoon listening to new CDs (the early winner seems to be Chumbawamba's Tubthumper album), reading the new collection of For Better Or For Worse cartoons (I love that strip), talking to my folks and sister on the phone, and playing the computer game Myth: The Fallen Lords. MTFL seems to be another "reflexes-over-skill" games (not too surprising since I now see it's by the company that made Marathon). Hopefully I can get my reflexes in shape so that it will be acceptable, but I much prefer Populous, at least at this point. (I understand a third Populous game will be out before long; I hope there's a Mac version!)
It was actually a somewhat busier afternoon than planned. And this evening I went to feed my friends' cat, and started reading MYST: The Book of Atrus, based on the computer game. The jury's still out, but needless to say I don't expect great things.
So it was a pretty quiet day off. I could use more of those.
But certainly I don't go to church or anything (I haven't been to church in nearly 20 years, and have never in my life gone even semi-regularly). When I went back to my folks' for Christmas, we'd do the gifts thing at my Mom's house, then we'd shower and have lunch and such, and then drive to my Dad's place and do the gifts thing there, and he'd cook dinner for us. ("We" is myself and my younger sister, by the way.) So it's just a quiet family event, much as Thanksgiving was.
But it's still enough of an event that I do kind of regret not having a significant other to share it with. (The one Christmas when Colleen and I were together was a fun time. We seemed to have fairly similar ideas of what we wanted it to be.)
However, although a friend invited me over to do Christmas with him and his wife and his wife's family, I'm not too comfortable with the notion of being part of "someone else's" Christmas. Everyone has their own traditions, and a group event is not part of mine. I appreciated the offer, though.
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