not so bad. i mean really, not so very bad.
i ran so long today that i believe the endorphin rush continues.
well, that and the huge diet coke i had at lunch, which perked me up even more.
i went to the gateway of india and it was delightful and DELICIOUS. if you like indian food and you live here in spfld or even in a surrounding community, or out in the country somewhere near here and you haven’t been to the gateway of india, well then, JUST GO THERE. because it’s fabulous. it’s on chatham road, just south of wabash.
at lunch it was a buffet. i couldn’t believe all the choices they had, and i had to try them all, and it was just too good.
when i left i felt i would never eat again.
on my run this morning i saw an egg by the side of the road. just an egg, lying there in its shell, not broken. jim claims it must have been a duck egg, but it sure did look like a chicken egg to me. but how did it get there, if that’s what it was? did somebody drop their groceries out of their car while driving down the road? wouldn’t there have been more than the lone egg there in the road, and wouldn’t the egg have broken? did somebody pull over and gently lay the egg on the ground, some sort of odd new religious thing at the beginning of xmas eve day?
a mystery.
running was easier today, as i thought it’d be, so i went farther. not a lot of cars on the road. i think people were still out at the mall frantically trying to buy gifts. i hope they weren’t looking for ribbons or bows, because spfld. seems to be completely out of both.
i found lots and lots of bows…in my parents’ basement. lots and LOTS of bows. except they really need to sort through them and throw out the squashed bows, because who’s going to give somebody a gift with a squashed bow on top? nobody. those squashed bows could be there till the end of time, unless somebody throws them out.
if i was a really good daughter, i’d do it for them.
there were plenty of perfectly good bows, i mean LOTS of good bows, so many that i could have bought many many more gifts and i’d have had enough bows. i found some ribbon, too, but when i started wrapping i decided i had no desire to add ribbon. so the packages are a little plain, but at least they’re full of bows.
and i didn’t have to go to the dollar store. yesterday (was it just yesterday? it seems like a million years ago) a woman kept telling me i HAD TO GO TO THE DOLLAR STORE, because it is apparently chock full-o-bows and ribbons. but i hate the dollar store. i went there one time, i think it was last xmas, and the aisles were so stuffed with crappy stuff, and there were so many people clogging the aisles that i decided i didn’t care HOW cheap all that crap was, i wasn’t about to wait in line to buy it. i left and haven’t been back.
i didn’t go to any stores at all today, as a matter of fact. i stopped at the jewel and the parking lot was really crowded, and as i sat in my car i pulled my little tiny list which was all wadded up in the pocket of my jeans, and i decided i could absolutely live without every single item on my list. then when i got home i THREW THE LIST AWAY, and that felt good.
as i keep telling my mom, you have to find some joy in the small things in life. that way at least there’s SOME joy, SOMETIMES. at least occasionally.
small things in life.
last night i was so tired and surly, and it was definitely because i’d worn myself out. tonight, i’m wide awake. i could take a nice long walk right about now, but i don’t know who i could take with me. i’m at my parents’ house, so i could take shortie and gizmo with me, but they’re probably too tired. although i’ve taken them for walks at one in the morning before and they seemed to have a grand time.
there was a baby here for a while tonight, which was a lot of fun. xmas is really for kids, isn’t it? kids and people in love. this child, her name is nana, she’s two and a half, she’s jim’s niece, and she found such joy in taking her new legos out of the big box and playing with them, and then putting them back in the box, and then taking them out again…she can talk now, except most of what she says sounds chinese. she did say “kwismas tree” which was adorable. especially since this alleged “christmas tree” is just a fir plant my parents have in their living room that they dangled a few ornaments off of. that’s right, NO CHRISTMAS TREE AT ALL. yeah, it’s not right, is it?
there are some presents piled around already, and mom says they’re arranged around the palm plant, but i keep saying they’re really closer to the tv, which is truly the american way, presents clustered around the tv. she doesn’t like for me to say this.
i hear it raining right now. i’m delighted, and i’m glad that the snow didn’t happen (at least not yet and hopefully not at all). so many people said to me “gee, i hope it’s a white christmas,” which makes me want to PUKE.
time for spring. bring it on.
i’m going to start my xmas morning with a run. and then maybe i’ll give the dogs a bath. we’ll open gifts when amy and jim show up, but sometimes on xmas they don’t arrive till afternoon, sometimes late afternoon, and if i just sit around till then i’ll get restless and annoyed. so, more running! bring on the endorphin rush!
i hope you’re having a good day, and i hope you get something good tomorrow. and the new year, it’s coming right up, better get to work on those resolutions…
ok then,
jingle bell grace