holiday update
Dec. 30th, 2003 10:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
timepieceSo, I guess I should try to start writing in here again.
Christmas was pretty good. We spent the day with Rich's family, which was nice, and meant no driving at all (we actually live across the street from his mom's apt building. His grandparents live in the same building as her). It's kind of a novelty to be the youngest person at the Christmas celebration.
Presents were pretty good, nothing spectacular. Mom got me a nice mouse with lots of buttons on it, which I am now using with my left hand to give my poor right hand a break (since I'm getting closer to carpel tunnel syndrome all the time). And a coffee-table book of the most beautiful libraries in the world, which makes me drool.
Rich got me Buffy DVDs and chocolate, cause he's a good boyfriend. And my grandma got me the softest sweater, which fits divinely, though if she saw it, she'd probably think she should have gotten the next larger size.
I called my family on the day, but I couldn't really go see them, because I had to work both the day before and the day after. So did Rich. Sometimes I hate public service jobs.
My presents all seemed to go over well. Dad loves his nautical watch, my brothers love their shot-glass chess sets, and mom likes her blowtorch (mini one for creme brulee). And Francis is very enthusiatic about the Cowboy Junkies CD I got him, which just seems kind of funny for some reason.
I have Friday off, so I think that will be returns day. There's always something, isn't there? That's the nice thing about books - you can return them to any bookstore, not necessarily the one they came from. Standardization is wonderful.
Christmas was pretty good. We spent the day with Rich's family, which was nice, and meant no driving at all (we actually live across the street from his mom's apt building. His grandparents live in the same building as her). It's kind of a novelty to be the youngest person at the Christmas celebration.
Presents were pretty good, nothing spectacular. Mom got me a nice mouse with lots of buttons on it, which I am now using with my left hand to give my poor right hand a break (since I'm getting closer to carpel tunnel syndrome all the time). And a coffee-table book of the most beautiful libraries in the world, which makes me drool.
Rich got me Buffy DVDs and chocolate, cause he's a good boyfriend. And my grandma got me the softest sweater, which fits divinely, though if she saw it, she'd probably think she should have gotten the next larger size.
I called my family on the day, but I couldn't really go see them, because I had to work both the day before and the day after. So did Rich. Sometimes I hate public service jobs.
My presents all seemed to go over well. Dad loves his nautical watch, my brothers love their shot-glass chess sets, and mom likes her blowtorch (mini one for creme brulee). And Francis is very enthusiatic about the Cowboy Junkies CD I got him, which just seems kind of funny for some reason.
I have Friday off, so I think that will be returns day. There's always something, isn't there? That's the nice thing about books - you can return them to any bookstore, not necessarily the one they came from. Standardization is wonderful.