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My Three Thanksgivings


It’s December! Oh my god. Time is just slipping away. 2015 is the scariest number I’ve ever seen.

I hope everyone reading this (in the US anyway, or those of you outside the US that wanted to celebrate it) had a lovely Thanksgiving and avoided the pitfalls of Black Friday… I read that Black Friday sales overall were down this year.

My Thanksgiving break was interesting, to say the least. I was away for nearly a week, but I brought my computer home and I worked every day except for Thursday. Wednesday was filled with copyediting, Netflix, and making an excellent cranberry sauce. In this case my anti-recipe philosophy paid off, and I made my best batch of cranberry sauce ever! It was delicious and the texture was perfect. I’m certain it was due to guesswork in the amounts of water and sugar to add.

Thursday was the old standby extended family dinner. I wore a fancy outfit, caught up with some family members, and possibly ate more shrimp hors d’oeuvres than turkey. The dinner, the cocktails, and the company were all pretty good for me!

Friday, my mom and I had the backup turkey that had been acquired in case of inclement weather keeping us from the big family dinner. (My mom’s wife is vegan, so she had some kind of tofurkey instead.) Leftover cranberry sauce and stuffing, some potatoes, peas, and probably other things I can’t remember made a nice Thanksgiving dinner #2.

I spent Saturday night with my dad. We had leftovers from his holiday meal–turkey, stuffing, sweet potatoes, and then some serious chocolate for dessert.

And I’ve been eating leftover turkey ever since… I’m not complaining. I’m glad I haven’t had to go to the grocery store yet.

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Monday Madness: F*ck! I’m in My Twenties.


This is the title of a book I got for Christmas. Yes, it was on my wishlist. Because I am in my twenties. And it’s kind of weird.

The book actually has that asterisk. I guess you’re not allowed to actually write “fuck” on a book cover, because Go the F*ck to Sleep had the same thing. CENSORSHIP. PROTECT US FROM THE DIRTY WORDS PLEASE, BECAUSE THEY’RE THE REAL PROBLEM AROUND HERE!!!

You might not be surprised to hear that things have been a little bit crazy lately. Between the holidays and visiting family, the emotional mess I became in the few weeks before the holidays (for no reason, really), the unusual work schedule, and the weather (it turns out I actually hate winter, so, yeah), I feel like I haven’t had a chance to really relax pretty much since Thanksgiving.

That’s all about how I spend my time, though. I need to figure out how to manage time and money effectively. Less procrastination. In my last year of college I resolved to do my homework as soon as possible and never put it off. That didn’t happen, of course, but I think I finished everything at least the day before it was due. Unfortunately, I have no actual deadlines to work with now…

I would really like to spend January on vacation. I don’t mean out of town, away on some tropical island somewhere–although I guess that would be nice too. I was actually thinking staycation. Because all I want to do right now is nurse my creativity. I want to read all these books I’ve had around, many for over a year now, and absorb the literature and the art. I also want to re-read Memoirs of Hadrian and The Waves, both fantastic books I’ve only read once. I need to finish Pride and Prejudice, finally, and read at least some of the entries from History of the World in 100 Objects. I got it as a present a long time ago, because I claimed to want it very very much, and I haven’t actually read a single word of it.

And then I want to delve into the stories in my head. There are so many, and they’re tired of being unseen. It’s like my productivity as a writer is a frozen river; it’s flowing, but I just can’t get to it through this layer of ice.

That ice is day-to-day life. It’s an 8-hour work day plus an hour of commute at each end. It’s forcing myself out of bed in the morning when I’m still so tired, and trying to get through the morning quickly enough that I’ll get to work on time (sometimes…). It’s those evenings when you get home and make dinner, and do the dishes, and then take a shower, and then you pretty much only have time to go to bed.

Because I spend way more time complaining about all this stuff than actually taking steps to improve my life, I feel the need to make a certain point here: this stuff is a lot easier for some people. Plenty of people wake up on time (even if they don’t enjoy it) and they go through their work day and they get home and are productive in their free time. I suspect that these people are well-adjusted ones who had mostly happy adolescences and were never lonely or excluded, because they were “normal.”

I am not one of those people. For me, the idea of coming home after work and cleaning and writing and doing the things I want to do that would make life nicer in general is at times quite impossible. Making some kind of sandwich melt in the toaster oven and then watching shows on hulu for three hours always seems so much simpler and more attainable of a goal.

But I’ve got Resolutions this year! (One of them is making the updates to this blog I talked about in an earlier post.) I’m thinking of them as Non-New Year’s Resolutions, because I don’t think New Year’s Resolutions actually work. I’m planning to make a youtube video about it and posting it early in January… I’ll link it, so keep an eye out if you’re interested. In a nutshell, my resolutions are about getting off my ass and actually trying to do the things I want to do. But it’s more particular than that.

With a reluctant sigh, I guess I should get back to that “life” now and get something done…

Monday Madness: Really, it’s Egg Nog Season


It’s not Christmas season, it’s eggnog season! I swear, it’s one of the things I look forward to most. And I don’t mean cocktail style, with rum or whatever people put in it. Just plain old, ridiculously sweet, rich, freaking delicious eggnog. Last year I made pancakes with it. This year I’ve been thinking about making cupcakes. Spice cake with eggnog frosting. I’m pretty excited.

I keep thinking about the pumpkin saturation we’ve been seeing the last few years. every fall, or rather, late summer, pumpkin starts creeping in, and by the end of September you can barely take a step without colliding with something pumpkin-flavored. Maybe it’s that fact, or maybe I just don’t like them as much anymore, but I’m pretty much “over” pumpkin coffees. I’ll get a handful throughout the pumpkin spice season–somewhere between 5 and 10, I’d guess–but I don’t crave them every day and I don’t get that excited for them to come out.

I reserve that feeling for the delicious, probably not nutritious, eggnog latte. Starbucks started having it just before Thanksgiving, so I’ve already managed to have two. Cafenation is advertising one as well. I’m not sure if they have them yet or if I’m going to have to wait a bit longer, but I’m really looking forward to it. Cafenation does everything well, so I’m sure I’ll love it when they combine two of my favorite things, coffee and eggnog.

This should not be such a big deal. You can in fact get eggnog any time of the year, and I suppose I could get an espresso machine (although at this point I don’t really want one), but eggnog has always been seasonal for me. We had it every Christmas morning. And probably Christmas eve. Now I tend to drink it all through December, padding a little in November and January depending on availability. I don’t want it at other times of the year.

That’s probably a good thing. It’s not exactly the best everyday food. But it is THE BEST holiday drink.

Monday Madness: It’s Memorial Day, F*%^ Off


I think I’ve worked almost every memorial day since graduating from college. While I was working in human services, they needed staff 24/7 and of course Monday was a regular shift for me, and I could never afford to take a day off because I never got paid days off. You’d think it would be different now that I work an office job, but my office doesn’t close for Memorial Day. At least, that’s what I was told, although no one else is here, so… Oh, well. I’m here, so if no one comes along and tells me to leave, I’m working at least most of the day. I need to get stuff done.

Come to think of it, did Bennington even give us Memorial Day off? I’m thinking they probably did, but I’m having a lot of trouble remembering. If I recall correctly, that was always our last week of classes, which for me usually meant finishing that last literature or psychology paper, pulling together that presentation, and goofing off just a little bit in my last voice class because I’d already done the performances for that term. Enjoying the sunny End of the World and trying to get in a last hangout with friends before we all went away. Like in so many other cases, no one lived close to me, so seeing people over the summer was usually not possible.

And so I ask you, Memorial Day, if I don’t get the day off then what are you good for? Not only that, but the MBTA runs on a Sunday schedule, which is the worst one. The bus I usually take doesn’t even run, and the other option runs far less frequently. As luck would have it I didn’t end up being late, but I did have to wait about 20 minutes at Kenmore. Which is just awful.

Well, I’m at work, so I guess I’ll get going on actually doing work. Have some burgers fresh from the grill for me OR I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN. Not really. Yes, really.  

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