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December
26, 2001
Itchy scratchy throat this morning. i'm definitely coming
down with something - it's just taking it's sweet time to
get here. It will be the second time this year already
though and i'm not too impressed with that. Besides
the fact that i look a wreck and we are supposed to be
going to His brother's house.
i was thoroughly spoiled with brand new clothes
yesterday. A new suit - jacket and long skirt - in a
kind of cranberry/wine colour (i had to ask Himself what
colour it was). i admit if i'd been choosing for me,
i would not have gone near the colour - i'd have headed
for my usual black or grey or maybe gone wild with navy
blue (heh). i also admit, that i love this colour
and once i had it on, i loved it even more. And the
jacket is mandarin styled, which is perfect!
Along with the suit was a glitzy type top for underneath,
and a turtleneck sweater for a more casual look.
Himself also gave me another set - a spaghetti strapped
top in bright red, with a long sleeved top to go over
it. Also something i would not have been brave
enough to get for myself and i'm now having fun
with. And nestled in amongst all these clothes was a
bottle of Palo Cortado, which turned out to be a really
yummy sherry. i felt a little gauche admitting i
hadn't realized i was sipping on something quite so fine -
even though my tongue was blissfully happy.
i think the big guy likes to dress me up :)
The kids thoroughly spoiled us in their usual kid-like
way. Himself's daughter gave me a truly funky candle
holder (and signed the tag 'vern' which is my pet name for
her), my daughter gave me a lovely vase which i found
necessary to fill at the first available moment - putting
in pink carnations and yellow daisies (yellow is her
favourite colour and pink carnations were my mother's
favourite and as they shared the same birth date, it
seemed fitting.) My son gave me an initial-engraved
pen with keychain included, and personalized writing
paper, envelopes and notepads (says from the desk of
... ), all made from linen paper.
The Chair
didn't make it. But it isn't very far away either,
just at His friend's house and if the friend can't fit it
in his vehicle when he visits this week, we'll go get
it. i did print out a picture and put it under the
tree though. And gave Himself a funky kind of
statuette - black cast iron really skinny woman that He
has now decided He wants to use as a door stopper in the
summer - the front door so that everyone will see
her. Too funny!
i think the biggest shocker of the day however, was my
son's gift to Himself. He bought Him a small sony
stereo system - the kind that the cd loads in from the top
and we can actually watch it spin. And on the
attached tag he wrote (not verbatim): love and
appreciation for all that you are for me .....
Not the exact words, but you get the idea.
Himself was more than a little bit touched. my son
looks up to Him in a lot of ways, and i don't think
Himself ever expected to be the mentor of a 21 year old
male child.

Himself looked
pretty funny with His chair pulled right in front of it -
remote control in hand. As the first few delicious
tones of music played, He turned and said "I'm liking
this!" His eyes were big and wide just like a
little kid's would be at first sight of a favourite
toy. And all those cd's He has did sound a lot
better!
So the day was
full of really positive moments - a nice day and i think a
good step in the right direction for our own kind of
holiday.
We had one glitch - between Him and i - and we'll need to
straighten that out - but all in all, i think the
oppressiveness of past christmas' gone wrong (at least
formy part anyway) was put behind, where it belongs.
And we looked only forward.
And that's a good, good thing.
Note: i spoke with all three of my siblings and that
was particularly great - especially with my younger
brother who just got married on the weekend. He even
asked for my email address and may be considering getting
icq. It would be great to chat with him more!
Maybe i'm getting my family back after all.
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