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helenkacan) wrote2012-12-26 11:18 pm
helenkacan) wrote2012-12-26 11:18 pm
Today's unofficial holiday name? Eat-cookies-day!
Well, that's how it started ... with cookies for breakfast and also for lunch. Then came a nap and finally I had my brekkie (meat lasagna) around dinner. Oh, why not? I also exchanged e-mails with two church friends (church-John and Rob). Oh, good. C-John confirmed he'll pick me up on Sunday for church.
Other than really taking it easy, I read McShep fic. I'm also feeling nostalgic for a part of the trip home yesterday. The driver drove along my old stomping grounds, including Millionaire Mile (Bloor between Yonge and University). This year's unique street decorations included bookend bushes in square pots, the branches lit up a silvery-blue-white. In previous years the BIA had sprung for the special Swedish branch-lighting technique. After so many years away, I'm finally learning to let go, though - damn - I'm getting tears in my eyes. But, then again, that's just a symptom of far deeper hurts. ::flails:: Blargh. Time to pull myself together. It's just not practical to cry over a spilled life! At least one thing made me feel good and that was a comment (to my fb post) of thanks from the volunteer coordinator for being so in charge on Christmas Eve. Hee! She should know by now that I'm the best and to not accept any substitutes!!! Okay, I've just cheered myself up, so I think I'm going to get up off my very sore butt and go to bed. And there are still more cookies left for tomorrow.
Other than really taking it easy, I read McShep fic. I'm also feeling nostalgic for a part of the trip home yesterday. The driver drove along my old stomping grounds, including Millionaire Mile (Bloor between Yonge and University). This year's unique street decorations included bookend bushes in square pots, the branches lit up a silvery-blue-white. In previous years the BIA had sprung for the special Swedish branch-lighting technique. After so many years away, I'm finally learning to let go, though - damn - I'm getting tears in my eyes. But, then again, that's just a symptom of far deeper hurts. ::flails:: Blargh. Time to pull myself together. It's just not practical to cry over a spilled life! At least one thing made me feel good and that was a comment (to my fb post) of thanks from the volunteer coordinator for being so in charge on Christmas Eve. Hee! She should know by now that I'm the best and to not accept any substitutes!!! Okay, I've just cheered myself up, so I think I'm going to get up off my very sore butt and go to bed. And there are still more cookies left for tomorrow.