I've had my sloppy sweats on for hours, and am surprised to find myself vertical at this late hour of 10:26 PM. I could actually make it to midnight.
This year finished up way too busy for my tastes, with far too many west coast trips. So when they were finally done, I skidded to a halt for the two weeks left in the year.
Well, mentally anyway. For a bit. I had shopping and wrapping and decorating to do. Somehow it got done.
Then I had a house to clean to host Shea and eight of her friends for a birthday ice skating party and sleepover.
(I stayed in the den of the garage for most of the night. I was called upon for food preparation and turning on the DVD player, but otherwise they did a fine job amusing themselves, as I suspected they would.)
They also actually slept, which I did not think they would. Shea said they ran out of things to do, which I find hysterical. But it was pretty funny to walk through the house to the coffee pot the next morning through all the bodies and blankets.
On Christmas Eve at my parent's house, my niece was sitting at the kitchen table, with many of us standing around her. She says to me, "hey Aunt Angie, I was online the other night and I saw the dancer you have on your tattoo on a Dave Matthews album."
"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo," I said back to her.
My sister later told the story of the towel that my Mom would put over Dave's picture when she came to my house. (That was after I put the picture on the wall. When it was sitting on the piano, she would turn it over, or turn it around. Also very funny. But I tell her that until I have one of me and Dave to replace the one of just Dave, it's staying put.)
It's been a good year. A busy year. With many stories to tell, and too little time that wasn't spoken for by higher priorities.
Soon come.
