HOLIDAY GRAYITY

It was supposed to stop raining. It didn't. The whole day yesterday was marked by drizzle, drip, actual rain, blattering, suspended moisture in the air, gloom, and greyness. You know, it's not the heat, it's the humidity. Reminded me of those highschool years when it rained on the way there, ten kilometers of bicycling, stopped once everyone was in, then started again in the afternoon when it was time to go home ten kilometers back. Of course, unlike middle-aged Dutch American men in Northern California, we didn't bellyache about it.

We just took the ghastly Netherlandish climate for granted.

Apparently it's supposed to be positively Beneluxian all weekend. If you're the nervous panicky type, please remember that there are only TWO more shopping days till Christmas. You still need to do all of your shopping. All these people who are to be gifted.
Not just any garbage, but stuff that's well chosen and perfect for them.
Ohmygerd only TWO DAYS LEFT!
Breathe deep.

On the other hand, tomorrow I'm doing laundry and I plan to have relaxed lunch of little dumplings plus Hong Kong Milk Tea. Followed by a pipe smoke and a long stroll.

That picture sure doesn't look like two days before Christmas, does it? Sunny. Not wet. No car crashes, bad hair, or soggy clothes. And nobody in that illustration smells like wet dog.
Or a group of Midwestern college grad yuppies in a downtown office building elevator.

There aren't any spiders or bugs in that pile of leaves; we gave them the day off.
Not sure, but I think they're Christmas shopping.
Big sale at the outlet in the mall.
Darling tiny sweaters.

With reindeer.
And holly.



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