Long-time readers know I am a Starbucks fan. Maybe fanatic is a better word. All the Starbucks except one are closed for Christmas and yes, I found it. They are corporate stores. They ask for volunteers to staff a centrally located store. I was there by 8 a.m. There was a group of festive young men serving. I thanked them for working and they thanked me for coming….by my name. There must have been someone there from my store because I can’t possibly be that famous! It’s a place where everyone knows your name. (Mostly cause they write it on your drink!)
We went to a Christmas lunch hosted by old (think long-tenured) friends. They had some new people who I hadn’t met before. One woman was a real pistol so I sat next to her. (It’s what I do when you find someone who will amuse me.) As she told a story about staying in a really smelly hotel room I wanted everyone to get the feel of the hotel so I asked for a description. When she was at a loss for words (I was expecting smoky or boozy), I suggested perhaps stale genitals. The hostess’s 80-something mother who was sitting at the same table turned purple and split her gut laughing. Of course then there was the conversation on what fresh genitals smell like. The answer is they don’t.
Speaking of this hostess, she gave me a perfect gift. She handed it to me saying “it’s cheap and stupid.” (When was the last time you were given a gift with such a description? Never!) It’s a desk sign that says, “IF YOU WERE IN MY NOVEL YOU’D BE DEAD BY NOW.” I think it’s perfect. I am thinking of writing a novel about dead people. Hope it’s not too long. Perhaps an abridged version will be available. Stay tuned. You may be in it.
The beloved husband and I were successful in cutting back on gifts. We gave each other one. His gift was much needed slippers and mine was a Starbucks gift card (also much needed). The cats missed the wrapping paper.
There is always yin and yang. I must have been having too much yin. Right on schedule the day after Christmas, my foot had a spasm. It was quite painful and I had to keep it elevated. I needed staff to serve me and cook. It went away overnight. I have no idea what it was but I enjoyed reruns of the cooking shows without guilt. The cats took turns purring on me.