So much for my not getting sick. Sadly, it was just a later onset than my parents. So, in light of this recent bug that I’ve come down with, I have a question. Why is that when I am sick, it’s on weekends and holidays? I have sick days at work piling up, but have never used one. Now, I am thankful that it is a relatively rare occurance for me, and usually short lived, so that I can be at work, rather than being miserable at home. The only thing I don’t understand is the timing. Anyone have any ideas?
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I hope that this post finds everyone well, that you’ve enjoyed celebrating Christmas and are now looking forward to New Year’s. How was my Christmas? Well, thanks for asking! It was most excelent we had some family friends over and squished twelve of us into my parents fairly tiny dining room. Very cozy, and filled with happy laughter, great food, fantastic discussions…everything you hope for in a Christmas dinner, except for my Mom’s stuffing as we focused on paring down this year. Every year we have a plethora of food, platters practically spilling off the table, the sideboard also stuffed to capacity. So this year, no stuffing, no salad, no buns. All of which are just fillers, lets face it. And we still had too much food. But what good food it was! Succulant turkey, brown sugared ham, almond topped brussel sprouts, mashed potatoes, turkey gravy, jello salad shaped like candy canes (I must admit I passed on that), applesauce, cranberry jelly, multiple bottling of wine and sparkling juice for those whose decerning palates proclaim wine disgusting.
The evening was filled with conversation and little kids running around (there were two), a game of Mexican Train, Catan, and the ever popular game with my parents and their friends, Canasta. A game so popular that I’ve only ever played once or twice, as everyone else is the first to jump on the Canasta band wagon. It’s a fun game though, and unlike Bridge, doesn’t take years of practice to perfect.
So a lovely day had by all. Sadly, for my parents, now two days later, not so lovely as both of them have come down with some sort of bug and and quite sick. I seem to have been spared this pain, which I am thankful for, although feel sad that my parents need to spend part of their holidays like this. So my prayers are with them, and also, I must admit, with me, that I won’t get whatever they have. Hopefully they will be over it soon though, and we will be back to happy celebrations!
Today, I take a seven and a half hour trip south on the Greyhound, arriving just in time to ring in Christmas with my family. I have to admit a bit of sadness, as I will be on the bus during the Candlelight Service my parents attend every year at the local Lutheran church, but that is a minor thing next to my happiness at being able to celebrate the birth of Christ with family. Some people have been dealt different cards, in that they don’t have family to celebrate with, or if they do, the don’t get along together, and so Christmas for them is filled with sadness, anger, and pain. God has blessed me so richly with a family that gets along together, who loves each other regardless of our faults, and each of us has plenty of those. So this afternoon I will get on a bus and head out from Edmonton, with an hour and a half layover from Calgary to arrive home shortly before midnight. My father will be there waiting to pick me up, probably in his coveralls, like last year, when he’d been toying around with the car in the garage shortly before picking me up. Or maybe, this year he and my mom will come together to get me (not likely, as she’s no night owl, but maybe), and then we’ll hit up our favourite local pizza place in true family Christmas tradition.
The week will be a quiet one, with Christmas filled with attending church and then having Christmas dinner with family friends. Boxing day until New Year’s Eve will be quiet. This year I’ve decided not to try to shove twenty million coffee/hang out sessions into the week. If people would like to see me, I’d like to see them, and we’ll work something out. But I have three books I’d like to get done, so I imagine much of my time will be spend in the living room, nursing a London Fog, and turning pages in my books. It sounds like heaven.
This morning I woke up early to go swimming with my sister as I do every (okay, most), Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Much to my chagrin, my car would not turn over, even though I’d had it plugged in over night. And it hadn’t been that cold either, -21 or so. A couple of weeks ago when it was -36, she started just fine. Now, this meant that I missed swimming, but had a delightful and leisurely extra hour and a half before I had to catch the bus.
There was a time not that long ago when I had no car and took the bus everywhere, and loved it. This morning, as I stood at the bus stop waiting for my ride, I took time to reflect on how lazy my car has made me. Everything comes so easily when you have your own mode of transportation. The bus rolled up and I got on, taking a seat across from the back doors and appreciating the immediate warmth. There was no need to wait for the car to warm up, or to freeze my fingers on the steering wheel. As the bus pulled away from the curb, I delighted in the fact that I didn’t have to worry about slippery roads, or what other drivers were doing. I could just sit back an relax. My ride to work was a peaceful one, and I enjoyed noticing the different types of people who ride the bus (although on this, the 23rd of December, commuters were relatively sparse). There were only four of us, spaced evenly throughout the bus, and we all sat in silence. It was nice. The only part of riding the bus I don’t enjoy is waiting outside when it’s flipping cold, that wasn’t so nice. But I do like public transit. There’s something wonderful about not needing to pay attention to the world around you, and lose yourself in a book as the bus rumbles down the road.
The Duchess Bake Shop is one of Edmonton’s newest treasures. With great ambience, friendly service, and fantastic food, this bake shop delivers on every level. When you walk into this establishment you feel you’ve entered an alternate world. That might just be because we were coming off the muddy, snowy 124th St into a pristine, white, posh feeling shop with great ambience and character (unlike so many stores in Edmonton). Here, it’s all about the details. While I was told that the macaroons were rather wonderful, I didn’t feel like paying $1.50 for the worlds smallest cookie, and I’m not that into macaroons anyways. But there were so many fantastic looking thing that I just couldn’t try them all. So, I went for the chocolate meringue and a pumpkin spice cup. Both were excellent, and very tasty, although to be honest, I probably should have ordered something I couldn’t make at home (or would just never choose to make at home), such as a chocolate croissant. But delightful food. It makes a great stop for an afternoon snack and a cup of coffee. Check it out. It’s worth your time, I guarantee it. But don’t expect it to be cheap, because that’s one thing it’s not. But remember, you get what you pay for. Next time I frequent this delightful shop, I’ll be trying the Earl Grey Shortbread, and maybe a one of their meringue cakes. Delectable.
One of my closest friends told me that she often winds up laughing when she reads my blog. I didn’t think I was that funny. Apparently it’s just because she can picture me saying the things I write here. It makes me feel good though, to know I can make people laugh.
How did your weekend go?
I think i got a whopping ten hours of sleep between Friday and Saturday nights, and I don’t really function well on a sleep deficit. So, currently, I’m about to fall asleep, even though it’s only 9:30 Monday morning and I’ve already had two cups of coffee. This does not bode well for the rest of the week!
My birthday was most excellent, thank you for asking. 25 firmly places me in adult territory though, not even really young adult anymore, and I’m not sure how I feel about that. I have no idea if I’ve blogged about this before. If I have, please forgive me for repeating myself.
Last night I got a chance to chat with my sister on the phone, and I realized once again that time speeds up when I chat with my sister. Ten minutes turns into an hour and ten minutes very quickly. We can be totally open and honest with each other and that is a rarity in any relationship. Needless to say, much, if not all, of what we talked about will never be published on this page.
Coming into work today was a little bit erie. All the students are gone, and a good chunk of the staff. The drive over was dark and snowy, much darker than it would normally be, but I guess that December 21 is the shortest day of the year (even if I would have sworn that was the 22nd). It’s quiet in the halls for the most part. The front desk has mincemeat tarts. I took a bite out of a tart and much to my chagrin, it was not a butter tart as I had expected. Sad day for me. I’m not much for mincemeat, and even less so when I expect it to be a butter tart. The rest of that tart found it’s way to the garbage can, for which I still feel slightly guilty.
That’s enough rambling for now. Happy first day of winter!
I’m sitting here at my laptop at 8:30 am. It’s my 25th birthday and there is a fresh layer of beautiful white snow out on the ground. I’m about to go out for breakfast with eight of my girl friends, and I can’t wait to see each one of them. One is even coming from an hour and a bit out of town for the event. Yeah for friends! Last night I got four and a half hours of sleep, after being invited to a get together at a friend’s house. I honestly meant to leave earlier than that, but there was good conversation with good people, and that is something that is all too often passed up. My friend Jill came as my wingwoman(?) to help me out if things turned out to be terribly awkward, as I’d never attended anything at this friend’s house before. Jill was a bit late, so I steeled myself and headed in alone. Thankfully, it turned out I knew over half of the people there, and got along really well with all of them. I even got to see some people I hadn’t chatted with in months and had a bit of time to catch up. So good! And when Jill got there, they all included her and made her feel welcome. How fantastic! A great group of people. It was with this group of people that I rang in my birthday at midnight and got well wishes all around. Quite stellar. I feel very blessed.
Anyways, time to jet for my morning breakfast. The day has already started out great, and hopefully will continue that way.
Today is a day of lasts. Today is the last day I am 24. Today is the last day for two of my coworkers. We’re going out for lunch in a couple of hours. India Gardens. I’m quite looking forward to it. I like Indian food, but don’t get it very often, as the rest of my family and friends are not big fans. Today is also the last…actually, I don’t think there are any other lasts. Okay, so there aren’t that many lasts today, but there’s a couple.
On another note, we’re currently listening to Polly Anderson’s Christmas Party, by Stewart McLean. Absolutely brilliant. I think I might actually like this one more than Dave Cooks a Turkey, although I know some of you may well find that nearly blasphemous. It’s just so funny, mixed up punch bowls, one spiked, one not. Let’s just say the wrong bowl made it to the children in the basement. So classic. Gotta love Stewart McLean, what a great Christmas tradition.
I turn 25 in two days, and I’m not sure why, but it bothers me slightly. Some years I look forward to turning another year older, but for me 24 has been pretty grand. I’ve had a good job, great coworkers, and had the opportunity to make new friends and re-connect with some old ones. My family has been there for me, and I for them. I now have a nephew whom I love to bits. One of my best friends moved back from Montreal to Edmonton, and I’m loving getting to spend time with her again. My co-worker and I bought season’s tickets to the theatre for the first time. I visited Fort Edmonton Park, joined a volleyball league, became the Youth Leader at my church. It’s been a most excellent year. I guess part of the reason I don’t want to turn 25, is that I’m not sure it can be any better than 24. That, and 25 firmly establishes me as an adult. I can no longer pretend that I’m in my low-twenties. I’m officially half way to thirty.
But I already know that there will be blessings in my twenty-fifth year, even if that’s only shown by the seven people showing up for breakfast at Smitty’s with me on Saturday morning. But I look forward to many parts of 25, from going home for Christmas, to travelling to places I’ve never been, to getting to develop new skills and embrace new possibilities. And then, of course, there is my faith, which I wouldn’t get through a day without. God will be with me every step of the way through 25, just as He has been through 24. I will have the opportunity to get to know Him better, embrace His very essence, and live out my life in a way that people around me want the joy I have. But I would not have this joy without Christ. He is my reason for being, my reason for hope. My 25th year will allow me to serve him, and grow to recognize more and more the gracious gift He gave me through his death on the cross and resurrection three days later. 25 will indeed be a good year, from the expect to the unknown, I welcome it all with open arms, and pray for God’s guidance as I move into another year.
In twenty minutes I will be taking an exam that tests my knowledge of film and literature. I am finally starting to get nervous, after days a not caring enough to study. It’s a pity when you don’t care until it’s too late. Unfortunately, that’s the way it usually works out. I’m not worried about failing the course or anything, but I will be disappointed in myself if I have an overall grade of B- rather than A- simply because I didn’t study enough. Now, I attended all the lectures, took notes, typed my notes up after classes, read through some of them yesterday, did mostly all the readings (like 90%), and so I should do fairly well on this exam, provided that my mind doesn’t blank. So, say a little prayer and wish me luck. I’m off to see how much I’ve learned.