November 15, 2001
A Long Time
Well, it certainly has been a long time since I've added anything here. Much longer than I intended for sure. I got back from my mini-vacation last Friday night, and though the Bitch Goddess which is Las Vegas had nearly ripped my soul out with her skanky claws, I survived and took the weekend to recover. So then what's with this Thursday thing? I swear, that matabang kalabaw can't do anything right. I was gone for four days and she managed to fuck just about everything up. If my morale hadn't already hit an all-time low, it would have when I came back on Monday. I just don't even want to waste the time or the code to describe how much this whole company pisses me right off. I want to be rid of it. Please, oh please, dear sweet stars above, give me a sign that this will be over soon!!
And on top of that, it's holiday season again. Like that should surprise me. November comes every year, right? And so does Turkey Day and Xmas and then a brand new year. I hate the holidays. I went to Safeway last night, and there above the entrance were two giant wreathes strewn with ornaments and lights. They've even filled up the Coke machines with their winter cans with snowmen and Santa on them. Yes, call me Scrooge, if you must. I don't even flinch anymore. It's true. I am. I don't like the hubbub. I don't like the last minute rushes and sales, and most of all, I can stand the forced air of holiday cheer. You people aren't nice to me the other 330 days of the year, why must you be for the last 35 of the year? Hmmm? Just get over it, you say. OK. Make it stop and I will.
Winter is my favorite holiday, however. I love the cold weather (as cold as it gets in Northern California; yesterday was hot and sunny). Maybe it's because I love winter clothes. I love coats and sweaters and long underwear. I miss the snow. I miss walking outside when it snows. It's so quiet and peaceful. I miss the changing of the leaves. I miss the smell of burning fireplaces. And I do love turning the clocks back. It's a shock at first to see it dark at 5 PM, but I love that, too.
It's hard to remember what time of year it is when it's always warm and sunny out. Yes, it's also the beginning of the rainy season here, but it just doesn't feel like November. I'll never forget my first Thanksgiving in California. I was sharing a really great apartment in Monterey with two other friends. They got up early to do the cooking. I just slept in. I woke up to the warmth of the November morning sun pouring into my room. I walked out into the kitchen to smell the turkey roasting. I wore shorts and a t-shirt that day. I went for a walk outside in the shorts and t-shirt, and it was all a little odd. I grew up in the midwest where right now it's about cold outside, and some years it even snowed on Turkey Day. Not in California, unless your up at Tahoe or something. Anyway.
That's all. I'll write more later when more fun hits the fan.
