Campfyre Stories

It was a good holiday, but I’m glad it’s over.  We started our festivities on Friday (Winter Solstice) with the immediate extended family - Mom and her partner, two step-siblings (and one step-sibling-in-law?), me, Spawn, Dragonmaker, his fiancée, their son, my brother Chaos, his daughter, my other brother RC2, his girlfriend and a friend of the family.  Whew!  Food and singing and presents and more food and conversations and just a whole lot.  It was pure chaos, but not in a bad way, just a little overwhelming.

Spawn and I spend the rest of the weekend finishing up the list of things that need to be done before the end of the year (don’t talk to ME about caulk!) and playing our new video games.  On Monday, I attempted to mail a package to an imaginary friend of mine.  I figured, since we were going to the movies anyway, it would be easy to stop at the post office at the same time.  Not so much, really, since we got off the bus at 12:15 and the PO closed at noon. 

Oh well, Sweeney Todd was phenomenal.  If vast amounts of blood is okay with you, then GO GO GO, right now, to see it.  It was that good.  I convinced Chaos to come with us, but didn’t tell him it was a musical (although, really, more of an operetta).  It was good because he wouldn’t have come if he knew there was as much singing as there is, but he really enjoyed the movie.

Tuesday was, of course, Christmas Day, but also my niece’s birthday, which is always hard.  We went out to my grandparents’ house for feasting and presents.  It was a really nice time.  Spawn came with me, which is unusual, and ate with us before Dragonmaker picked him up and took him to their (other) celebration (Dragonmaker’s in-laws-to-be).  Can you imagine?  14 years old and he gets two feasts in a span of only a few hours.  He seemed pretty pleased about it.  I know that my family was glad to have him there, since he usually winds up with his father on Christmas.

And now, back to work.  Four days in a row is nice to have, but any more would have been too much, I think.  Getting back to my regular routine is almost like getting a chance to catch my breath.  There was all just so much going on, I’m ready for a break.