December 17, 2000
Where the Weekend Went
Wow. What a weekend. This is probably the best Sunday night I can remember in a very long time. Usually Sunday nights are really rough for me. If, true to my old form, I spent most of both days either in bed or on the computer, come Sunday night I always felt like "Where'd the weekend go?" Then I'd feel really depressed about having to go back to work the next day.
This weekend? Well, here's a rundown of where the weekend went:
Saturday morning I woke up around nine or so, and after relaxing for a while, went and cleared the very last of my belongings out of the old apartment, went grocery shopping, and got my hair cut. Oh, and I rented several movies. When I woke up, I had the oddest urge to bake. I love to bake, but I haven't seriously done any in... wow. The last time I can remember baking something from scratch was Thanksgiving 1997, when I hosted dinner. So while I was at the grocery store, I got the makings for a couple different kinds of cookies. When I got home, I baked shortbread, then started watching Gladiator. Better than I was expecting -- I cried at the end. After dinner I watched X-Men (I wanna own it, damn it!), then went to bed around midnight.
Today was a very Christmas-y day. I was planning to bake the rest of my cookies and watch The English Patient, maybe spend the rest of the day curled up in bed reading. Mom surprised me by pulling out my Christmas tree, since hers was buried in the attic. We put it up, but all the decorations were in the attic, so I started making cookies. And brother, did I make cookies. By the time the (flour) dust settled, I had probably about 10 dozen of four different kinds of cookies. Once I finished that, the decorations had magically appeared from the attic, so mom and I decorated the tree and the rest of the house.
That was wonderful. The last time my mom and I decorated for Christmas together was probably back when I was in high school. It somehow felt very right to be using my tree and her decorations, a symbol of the way two households have merged once more. We listened to Christmas music while we put everything up -- running my stepfather out of the room in the process. Actually, I think he left because he wanted to go play on the computer. Several times I caught myself about to cry. Happy crying, though. When I wasn't feeling weepy, I was giggling madly at several things. Poor Max, I think he saw all the boxes and bags of Christmas decorations and got worried that we were about to move again. He started following me around and meowing pitifully. However, one bag of artificial evergreen garlands in particular seemed to catch his attention, so he decided to try and take a nap on it:
Only one thing made me feel sad this weekend, and that was remembering last year's entry, linked below. I was feeling decidedly Scrooge-y one year ago today. I'm glad I had today to balance that out. I'm definitely ready for Christmas this year.
Posted by Lisa at December 17, 2000 06:26 PM
