Ives is buying Italian cold cuts and pastries for his annual Christmas tree decorating party. Family and friends and children come to his apartment, and, while the adults eat and drink, the kids decorate his Christmas tree. It's an Ives' family tradition.
This evening, I went shopping with my sister for our annual New Year's Eve party. We have been having this party at my parents' house since I was a twelve or thirteen. I sort of started the tradition because I got tired of seeing my parents and older siblings disappearing on December 31st and coming back well after midnight wearing party hats and blowing horns. I was missing out on something. So I decided that, if I couldn't go to the party, the party was going to come to me.
It used to be a much bigger shindig, with almost fifteen or so people attending. But, because of relocation and choice and death, the party tomorrow night will be a much smaller affair. Seven adults and three kids. There will be food and games. At midnight, we will put on hats and blow horns and gather around the piano to sing "Auld Lang Syne." It will be a good time.
This evening, I had to write a letter of recommendation for a former student of mine. She is applying to graduate schools, and my recommendation was due on January 1. I really didn't want to take time out of my New Year's Eve party to write my recommendation, so I did it tonight. Just submitted it.
Now, I am going to take some Nyquil and go to bed. Long day. Long night. Short time to sleep.
Don't forget to vote in Saint Marty's book poll.
What will next year's book be:
- The Road by Cormac McCarthy?
- The Color Purple by Alice Walker?
- Pilgrim at Tinker Creek by Annie Dillard?
- The World According to Garp by John Irving?
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