It’s that time of year again – when lit, decorated trees come up way too early and the radio plays an endless stream of Christmas songs. The Holiday Season starts earlier and earlier every year; I saw Christmas decorations replacing Halloween candy in stores the first week of November. Bah!
Maybe I wouldn’t be feeling so grumpy if I weren’t spending a full eight days back on the East Coast, with no car and no friends around to get me out of the house when I need it. It also snowed on Thanksgiving day, which only made me stoke the fire in our fireplace that much more vigorously. It’s been a chilly week.
My holiday grouchiness may also be due to only making it to the tail end of my favorite season. It’s too cold now, and all the leaves have fallen from the trees. Rather than the rich colors of changing maple and oak leaves, it is all dim and grey and black branches out there. And being constantly cold is a personal recipe for sullenness anyway.
But otherwise, yes, it is good to see the family, even if it’s in a slightly larger dose than would be ideal, and they haven’t even asked about my collar! Perhaps they are finally just letting things be and have accepted my quirks. Or perhaps my plan to wear another necklace along with it and make it look like a San Francisco Thing is convincing enough. Either way, no particular comments have been made about my adornments. Though one positive side effect of the cold weather is that I don’t have to worry about wearing more revealing clothing and accidentally showing off a stray singletail mark – yes, they are still there from my scene with Max a month ago.
I really have only myself to blame, since I set the dates for my flights, but I figured staying a little longer for Thanksgiving would be an acceptable price for not going home for Christmas. I also do have some tasks to accomplish before going back West; some heart to heart conversations that I want to have with my little brother, and photographing my artwork from school. It’s about damn time I organized all of that stuff and got rid of the junk.
And in between all of that, I get to fantasize about what awaits for me in less than a week, when I switch gears to get ready for Seattle and for Max. I can’t wait!