Verbalizing Gratitude: Too much to even name. Also, a cocktail.

Fa la la la laaaa, ha ha ha haaaaah.

What Christmas has come to involve

Hi there. It’s fitting I’d return over a week after a post about having a day off. :-D I have precisely that today. A snow/winter ick occurrence has me at home for the day, and I’m thankful (and prepared!) for it. I brought everything home I needed to work on to wrap up the semester. The problem? I was so excited about snow and not having to go to work that I couldn’t sleep in and am too tired to work. I’m rarely too tired to blog, so here I am…until I go grade.

I’m sure no one is surprised that I could not keep up the daily posting pace. The end of the semester is always tough, and it seems to get tougher every year no matter what advanced planning I do. I’m working on accepting the fact that the last three weeks of every semester are just crunch time, the equivalent to an accountant’s April; there is no way around it.

Work is certainly the reason for the drop in posts. I have so much to be thankful for that I could probably post every day for a year and not have to really pick my brain. I have one more week of work, and then I hope to dive into the kitchen and have a baking and cooking marathon since I am so behind on my holiday goodies. I have a new soup and some other recipes to post here that I’m working on.

This week was the last week at work to take a child off the angel tree and buy gifts. I hemmed and hawed about it and went over on Tuesday afternoon. My heart broke when I saw three lonely angels left on the tree, the three oldest kids they had to choose from. I went from telling myself I couldn’t afford to buy gifts for a kid to wanting to buy gifts for all of them. One kid just wanted a pair of shoes — that’s it. These moments remind me that sure, there is debt, there are bills, but there are so many people out there with so much less, and you never know what a person is going through.

After shopping for children’s clothing and toys (eeeek!), I need a drink. That pretty little drink up there I have dubbed a Plastic Poinsettia. One of the restaurants I love serves a drink called a Poinsettia, comprising champagne and cranberry juice. While expensive, Poinsettias are tasty and do not leave me inebriated. For something both cheaper and stronger, I took the class level down a notch and mixed equal parts cranberry juice and vodka in a champagne flute and topped it off with seltzer. I realize this is nothing new, but at least I’ve given it a trailer- and holiday- appropriate name and stretched both the calorie content and the liquor with some 79-cents-per-liter seltzer. The fancy glass lets me pretend I’m classy while I knock them back in the radiant glow of my old lady Christmas tree or in the shimmer of our full-size tree. It’s a lights and fir explosion over here, y’all.

So, until I get back over to the blog (this weekend, I hope), I leave you with this beverage and the words of one of my favorite professors, Dr. Lucinda MacKethan. She sent this in an end-of-semester email when I was in graduate school, and I’ve hung onto it because I love her holiday wish:

I wish all of you the best of the winter solstice season, whatever your faith, when all things get to be a little darker (dark is
good), a little quieter, a little more rested (rest is good) — for awhile.



One Response

  1. Melly says:

    I believe I’m going to borrow that particular quote, as well. Lovely.

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