Christmas is nigh, or just about. All of Christmas Eve I’ve spent alone, puttering, painting, computering. I’ve done laundry and dishes and amused the cat, because goodness knows the seem seems incapable of keeping himself occupied.
Kristen has multiple Christmas Eve gigs and won’t be home till 1.30 in the morning and, she says I shouldn’t wait up for her, but it’s Christmas and even though I’ve stripped it of its religion for myself, I can’t strip it of its romance. I Love the season, I Love the lights, I Love the music.
My mother handed me two gigantic bags of presents at Teavolve and though I think I constantly struggle with downsizing and NOT accruing more random stuff, it really made the tree look… look the way it’s supposed to, you know?
Prince NEEDS to know what’s cookin. He was sorely disappointed. Potato butt.
In the background I’m listening to an NPR article proudly declaring that most people are willing to pay more for their Christmas presents this year for the sake of purchasing more sustainable and eco-friendly gifts. Of course, this kind of reminds me of the NPR interview with an app developer who’d been creating apps so that homeless people could receive money on their phones and GPS-based information about local shelters… when the interviewer asked about how homeless people were supposed to afford cell phones the interviewee mentioned that there’d been an Obama program to provide an emergency cell phone to anyone who needed one.
Unfortunately, at that moment it was pointed out that the Obama phones were simple cellphones, not app-capable smartphones.
I’ll use the p-word : the idea that people are privileged enough that it never occurs to them that the homeless might not have smartphones, that with a poverty rate of almost 15% in America that maybe “most” people being willing to pay an eco-conscious tax on the holidays is an insult to a sizable percentage of the population that’s just scraping by… that in some communities of COURSE the radio’s still pertinent because not everyone can spend a hundred dollars a month on a dataplan.
Christmas Christmas. I do Love the way it makes me feel like a kid again, but part of being a kid is staying tuned out. Tuning in is hard.
Kristen got home before 2, but exhausted. The cat was fed and put to bed, and Christmas Day was leisurely as she and he recovered and I worked on Teavolve data, booking contracts and photo editing.
We opened presents, Krampus horns and cat treats and lots and lots of socks. Mezcal and whiskey and Star Wars paraphernalia. It’s been a good day.
