Christmas Hospitality

Wednesday, Dec. 25, 2002 -
Ap�sl�min ida corbalanyrtne 'ls�o rohl'daathi�m v� nen�a iroyss�rd.

I shoulda warned you 'bout December, but I didn't think it was going to be this bad. Or, from another perspective, this good, lucratively speaking. Between the peanut butter fudge and the cookie platters and our exterior decorating service and our fine art mounting service (and a trip to Las Vegas to pick up a pony) 'Zaziel Enterprises has had a booming December. The Whos down in Whoville can sing whatever they like, but it's a merry, merry feeling to be financially flush at Christmas. Even if you had to work like a dog to achieve it.

Of course, no Christmas silver comes without a cloudy lining.

Between my brother's sudden and mysterious disappearance for five days, my youngest sister's sudden and mysterious loss of hemoglobin (hospitalized for five days), my nephew's grand mal seizure (hospitalized overnight), another suicide attempt by Jer's mother (still hospitalized), and my eldest sister's presence in my house for the past week (and wouldn't I love to hospitalize her), I've had my fair share of holiday drama, plus a surfeit, and I am sooooo done with Christmas.

Fa-la-la-la-la.

I've got one more party to attend tonight, and tomorrow I'm escorting Maritilde, the middle sister (and mother of the newly-epileptic nephew) through the festive frenzy of the after-Xmas sales, and I have one house to undecorate. After that, I hope to crawl into bed and sleep for two days, except for those times when the Fiend and Jer crawl in with me.

But yes, I will eventually crawl out and finish the tale of how I almost slaughtered the mater.

And before I go now, in honor of this most sentimental of seasons, I will leave you with a sentiment I've stolen from an old Christmas card. (I've lost the source of the quote, and I don't remember the name of the person who sent it to me, I think she was an artist I met at a reception at Lenore's gallery, a few years ago.)

"Only in our delusions are we alone. Each particle of being knows one another and never do we part from each other. The universe is kinder than any god I know, and loves us all equally, cherishes each the same... the quark... the star... the stone... the pear... the wasp... the human child... all held together with infinite patience, with all the space and time in the world, and more."

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Ap�sl�min ida corbalan� 'lse nesgla ugar�-cham sa cru ogrulho bat�oltha al�mv�sde.

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