At last we have internets at the hizzy. So very pleased.
Is any morning when J doesn’t have to work and we listen to records and drink coffee until time for me to go to work.
I wish it was every day sometimes, but then it wouldn’t be quite as special.
I absolutely love living with him.
All my shit and myself now reside at J’s house. Now it’s just a matter of setting things up. I always look forward to that part, though.
First, however, I have to clean the apartment after work today. Blurgh.
Can’t wait to get everything set up. J keeps saying it’ll be much more like a home to him now, and that’s an encouraging thought.
I’m a fortunate lady to have a chef for a feller.
J had made some stuffed mushroom caps to take to my family’s Christmas (they were a bit hit) and he had some of the sausage stuffing left. So he added more sausage and fried up a couple patties to go with some of his mom’s leftover biscuits.
Then he made gravy out of the drippings by adding coffee and cream and a few other seasonings.
And it was remarkable. Good Lord. He can make a five star meal out of Ramen, leftovers, and a little heavy cream. It’s amazing to behold.
So much to do today. Tomorrow is my family’s Christmas shenanigans and I have yet to get anyone’s Christmas gift. Luckily I just have three kids and one adult to buy for and I know what I’m getting for all but two of them. Also got cookies and jambon mezzaluna (the new name J gave to my half-moon biscuits) to make and at least four stores to go to.
And oh yeah, my car isn’t fixed yet, but should be before it gets too late. Talk about cutting it close. The car HAS to work in order for J and I to make it to Blairsville tomorrow morning and Summerville tomorrow night. Not to mention all the shopping I have to do.
And oh yeah, I have no idea of exactly when I’m going to get the money I’ll need for all this shopping. It’ll be today for certain, but when today is another question.
This is not a state of affairs that I enjoy. But for the day the world was supposed to end, I reckon I shouldn’t expect any less.
I gave J his “Fuck Christmas” present (because that’s the kind of Christmas gift you give to Atheists) the other night. I got him Apostrophe by Frank Zappa on vinyl. The best thing ever was his fantastic smile when he saw what it was. He played it twice in a row and I have no idea how many times yesterday while he was off work. He got me How Music Works, a book written by David Byrne. It looks incredibly interesting and I’m going to start on it when I finish reading Pale Blue Dot.
Wish me luck on today’s exploits, kids, and have a good holiday whether you like it or not. :^)