They're lovely and just the thing. Thank you again, dearest.
They're lovely and just the thing. Thank you again, dearest.
I ate too much, drank way too much, put little sweaters on dogs, told jokes, took pictures, open gifts ... but I didn't sing! That would have been over the top.
Looking around now, I see my room, and in particular my Desk of Doom, is a terrible, terrible mess. Wow.
I see the sshg_giftfest has posted its reveals. I'm looking forward to reading pieces I didn't get to before now. This will be a delightful way to round out a month of delightful things. I hereby resolve to figure out where to leave comments on the multichap pieces. If you can offer a clue, please comment below.
Here's a fuzzy picture of Groom's choir, taken at intermission. Wanted to give you an idea of the size of the thing.
Came home last night to find my daughter had enlisted the help of a few friends to put up our Christmas lights. It especially meant a lot to my husband, who loves that sort of thing. But I'll admit, the house looks lovely. It was a very nice gesture on her part.
I was surprised at the 'meh' reactions I heard yesterday. It was just a teaser trailer, people, enough to whet your appetite for the movie, for new situations and characters within the JKRverse. I mean, the silly thing isn't coming out until November 2016. They can't reveal too much, too soon--it would kill the sense of anticipation. And it would step all over the build-up to 'The Force Awakens.' Obviously, there's professional courtesy between movie studios at work here.
No, I don't know what I'm on about either.
Stupid Report is kicking my ass. Groom and I are Christmas-bickering. Send hugs.
Sunday's delightful things included: being cozy and warm indoors during a storm; staying in pajamas all day; watching a whole lot of West Wing on Netflix; competitive snacking; and making crock pot pinto beans so we could have vegetarian burritos for dinner.
Bring on the week .....
On concert days, this is my usual dinner menu. It contains no dairy (which clogs a singer's throat), a lot of protein, vitamins, and just enough carbs to kick-start the evening.
Appetizer: Orange juice
Dinner: Spaghetti marinara
Salad with italian dressing -OR- steamed broccoli
Dessert (optional): Sorbet, black coffee
For the vegetarian who doesn't happen to have to worry about her singing voice, I sprinkle cheese on the marinara and include fried tofu in the broccoli.
Anyway, I digress! Last night's delight was the annual Christmas concert, put on by our city orchestra and choir. The place was jam-packed with families wearing red sweaters. I chatted with one of Santa's well-meaning helpers--which, as you know, are easily recognized by their false beards.
I can't say I strictly enjoyed all the music. I think the choir director is trying to keep from getting bored with the usual fare by finding brand-new composers who spruce up carols with witty embellishments until the poor simple carols wind up losing their way to their own finales. His choices are starting to get too clever for the average ear. I must make a note to write to him; I'm sure he'll be delighted to take concrit from some random blogger.
Not to say everything on program was gratuitously esoteric. They did play Leroy Anderson's Sleigh Ride. Santa came up and did the thing: he tricked the choir director into giving up his baton and then conducted the orchestra for a while. I don't know why that never gets old for me. I might be entering my second childhood.
It started as a little international market, taking over retail space in a nearly-deserted shopping center. Six or seven years (?) later, they've doubled their space and put in a food court, bakery, liquor store, beauty salon, Korean BBQ, and I don't know what else. I stopped in tonight because I knew I would be on my own for dinner and suddenly craved bibimbop. The place was packed with families shopping and also eating together in the food court. It turns out on Friday nights, they also sponsor a wine-tasting booth. Well, I was a singleton, wasn't I? So I paid a dollar and tried blue champagne before I picked up my dinner. What a nice place to hang out.
Farther down the line, with fewer bodies in the car, I managed to turn in my seat and see him.
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The 2015 interhouse_fest came to a close today! Reveals were posted this morning. Now I get to claim the piece I wrote: One Night at the Long Wand. It is a Draco/Neville comedy, rated PG because I don't know how to write human beings relating in a carnal way. Still, I try to up for it with crazy situations, creepy adversaries and snappy dialogue. Please check it out.
Next week I'll post it on AO3 and ffn, after I go through it with a fine-toothed comb. You know, I couldn't remember whether Draco's eyes are blue or grey in canon. Did JKR ever specify?
I forgot to mention another piece I wrote recently. On grangersnape100, the weekly prompt was "Parodies," so I wrote a drabble, a Star Warsparody I called Harry Potter and the New Hope. I'm pretty proud of it, so please take a look.
This is kind of a holiday tradition, in the spirit of my larger sense of ambiguity over the entire Christmas season.
It's one of those movies I love to hate, I guess. In case you happen to like it, I won't list the reasons I do not, because they will only bring you down. Suffice to say, it is a lengthy list.
I only agree to watch with my husband (who loves it) on the firm understanding that at the part where Betty hears a rumor that Bob is going to go behind the back of his beloved general and make a big TV show that exploits the poor man's hardships, my husband will indulge me as I yell at the television screen.
"Jesus Christ, Betty! Tell Bob why you're mad at him! Don't just run off to New York, you passive-aggressive chowderhead!"
Nobody should watch "White Christmas" with me. Too noisy.
Anyway, I'll share with you yesterday's delight. After a day of slogging through my Stupid Policy Paper, it was 4:50 and I was more than ready to go home. Normally, I ride the commuter train to work, but my husband drove in, so I was going to meet him at the car. He texted me when he was downstairs. I logged off, packed up my papers, got my coat, turned off the light ... and then the phone rang. I almost didn't pick it up, but I had placed so many phone calls, begging for information on the subject of this policy, I couldn't afford to let anyone go unanswered. (Yeah, there's the necessary evil of voice mail, but ugh.)
So I picked up. And the person on the other end was a district attorney from a remote county, who prosecutes fraud cases having to do with the policy issue at the heart of my stupid paper. I listened ... then I grabbed pen and paper ... then I sat down and furiously scribbled notes. I didn't even bother to turn the light back on. She has scads of information that will really help me explain the controversy at the heart of the policy I am writing about. And to think I almost missed her call!
I was so happy to have this, I broke my cardinal rule in life and I gave her my personal number so she can call me on Saturday morning. That's how delightful this daily delight turned out to be.
We put up our agency's tree today, and decorated it with the help of a 12 foot ladder. The "presents" underneath are empty boxes. We bring them out every year! They add to the decor and also provide a bit of a buffer, to keep people from walking close enough to brush up against the tree. There weren't very many of us involved in decorating; most employees (and a few members of the public) simply stopped by to add a bauble or two and to chat.
My cousin posted this video on Facebook this morning. Stop the presses! Today's delightful thing has been found bright and early. It is now my new favorite rendition of "The Twelve Days of Christmas."