I just realized that my last post was a whine about not being able to open and use Christmas presents and now it’s Christmas Eve and I haven’t thought about the towels once. I am a bad hypocrite bloggereima.
Yesterday I opened the back door to put out the garbage because it was garbage day and found two parcels on the back deck, which is open to the back alley and the world. The parcels had been there overnight. If it was Canada Post who put them there I would like to officially state that Canada Post is a company of idiots. No wonder they’ve got issues with mail fraud. The scatter-letters-in-the-street-and-hope-for-the-best method is not as effective as it was back when there were only four houses to a street and no one had even heard of crack.
If it was our neighbours who put the parcels there, thanks very much!
One of the parcels is a present from bro-in-law. It has wrapping paper with dogs on it!!! I checked: I don’t think there’s a dog inside. Not a live one, anyway.
I have been working for the last two days and will work again today. Apparently it is a slow time of year. It reminds me of when I was 14, babysitting the kids down the street. They would go to bed at 8 and I would sit in the comfort of someone else’s living room for 4 hours, watching tv and just being there in case one of them had a nightmare or needed a drink of water (or got up, having pretended to be asleep, just in time to watch Letterman). I’d sit there and think: wow, I’m getting paid for this.
That’s my day, except no TV (and no children.) Magazines. Lots of outdated, waiting room magazines. But it’s a non-profit org. so the magazines are political in tone and/or random copies from peoples’ houses. Triathlete Magazine. Canadian Living Magazine. THIS Magazine – which I actually read cover to cover. Good stuff. Plus, I’ve got lots of time to work on my manifesto.