Advent, Day 18

In honor of my husband's folly in eating less-than-fresh california rolls at the Mitsuwa Friday - and suffering the effects into Sunday (dumbass) -

I hereby give you sushi links.

Koo-ki Sushi. Chocolate. Cookies. SUSHI?

Who, what, where, how - and yeah. Everything.

Just what did you catch from that california roll anyway, dude?

Suffice it to say, we're behind schedule. Like we weren't already -

Enjoy - and see you tomorrow!

Advent, Day 18

In honor of my husband's folly in eating less-than-fresh california rolls at the Mitsuwa Friday - and suffering the effects into Sunday (dumbass) -

I hereby give you sushi links.

Koo-ki Sushi. Chocolate. Cookies. SUSHI?

Who, what, where, how - and yeah. Everything.

Just what did you catch from that california roll anyway, dude?

Suffice it to say, we're behind schedule. Like we weren't already -

Enjoy - and see you tomorrow!

Advent, Day 18

In honor of my husband's folly in eating less-than-fresh california rolls at the Mitsuwa Friday - and suffering the effects into Sunday (dumbass) -

I hereby give you sushi links.

Koo-ki Sushi. Chocolate. Cookies. SUSHI?

Who, what, where, how - and yeah. Everything.

Just what did you catch from that california roll anyway, dude?

Suffice it to say, we're behind schedule. Like we weren't already -

Enjoy - and see you tomorrow!

Monday, Monday

I got a Christmas card from Cliff's Mom and Dad at work today. Dad obviously wrote it to me - I recognize the handwriting. The family wants to see me. One, I have to get correct information to him - and make more efforts to stay in touch. I am floored. Floored. I haven't had such an olive branch offered since Cliff died. And I barely have contact information for them. I'll see what can be done at this point - I got to see Cliff's best friend George last year at AOD for a few moments, and I was just as floored that he was glad to see me and made a HUGE effort just to get a hug and an update while I was staffing Con Ops.

*sigh* I am missing people a lot right now. The season can be one of a lot of happy memories - and can just be full of memories, period.

Open my Christmas decorations, and it sometimes makes me think of a time capsule. Places I've been (because it's traditional for me to pick up a tree ornament from wherever I've travelled), with whom, doing what - and people who have given me things that no longer have any contact me with me. Former bosses. Ones I've really loved. Gone, gone, gone -

I have a set of Yacko, Whacko and Dot from Animaniacs up in the kid's bedroom - they were one of the first things to go up.

Joyce gave those to me.

We parted company in a fashion I had feared would come to pass - watching patterns form in relationships she had with other people who came into the circle briefly, and then dissapeared when money issues came around. Oh yes. It was a helluva ride as long as the money lasted.

And I miss her. She had the most fantastic sense of purpose - let alone her sense of humor, and she could sing with a voice like deep, warm cocoa.

I don't know what's up with my older brother. That's a whole 'nother post in itself. I haven't spoken to him in two years, and I won't force the issue any harder than I have already. Suffice it to say - this was someone who couldn't have been more key in my life growing up. And just - gone. For some time now.

I had a boss when I worked for one of the start-up burn-ups in Brea some years ago - he was based in Chicago, I was in Brea and we had the best working relationship, with the possible exception of the one I'm in now. He was the one who introduced me to unagi, and I've never regretted it. I have the loveliest Father Christmas-in-White decor piece that comes out every year at this time. He was fired, in an equally spectacular fashion that I've never really gotten over - nearly taking me with him, when Cliff was first diagnosed and desperately needed services. I had to stay in that nightmare for almost nine months after that - and I never really got comfortable in a job again until I started here.

I was able to send presents to my friends in Cleveland this year. Last year, I was too broke. Terri, I've known since I was 21 - that's saying something. She dropped me an email letting me know she'd gotten the package and how much it meant to her. *sigh* I miss her, too.

It can give one pause to consider the whole "spirit residue on things" theory. After all - just things, right?

Right.

Monday, Monday

I got a Christmas card from Cliff's Mom and Dad at work today. Dad obviously wrote it to me - I recognize the handwriting. The family wants to see me. One, I have to get correct information to him - and make more efforts to stay in touch. I am floored. Floored. I haven't had such an olive branch offered since Cliff died. And I barely have contact information for them. I'll see what can be done at this point - I got to see Cliff's best friend George last year at AOD for a few moments, and I was just as floored that he was glad to see me and made a HUGE effort just to get a hug and an update while I was staffing Con Ops.

*sigh* I am missing people a lot right now. The season can be one of a lot of happy memories - and can just be full of memories, period.

Open my Christmas decorations, and it sometimes makes me think of a time capsule. Places I've been (because it's traditional for me to pick up a tree ornament from wherever I've travelled), with whom, doing what - and people who have given me things that no longer have any contact me with me. Former bosses. Ones I've really loved. Gone, gone, gone -

I have a set of Yacko, Whacko and Dot from Animaniacs up in the kid's bedroom - they were one of the first things to go up.

Joyce gave those to me.

We parted company in a fashion I had feared would come to pass - watching patterns form in relationships she had with other people who came into the circle briefly, and then dissapeared when money issues came around. Oh yes. It was a helluva ride as long as the money lasted.

And I miss her. She had the most fantastic sense of purpose - let alone her sense of humor, and she could sing with a voice like deep, warm cocoa.

I don't know what's up with my older brother. That's a whole 'nother post in itself. I haven't spoken to him in two years, and I won't force the issue any harder than I have already. Suffice it to say - this was someone who couldn't have been more key in my life growing up. And just - gone. For some time now.

I had a boss when I worked for one of the start-up burn-ups in Brea some years ago - he was based in Chicago, I was in Brea and we had the best working relationship, with the possible exception of the one I'm in now. He was the one who introduced me to unagi, and I've never regretted it. I have the loveliest Father Christmas-in-White decor piece that comes out every year at this time. He was fired, in an equally spectacular fashion that I've never really gotten over - nearly taking me with him, when Cliff was first diagnosed and desperately needed services. I had to stay in that nightmare for almost nine months after that - and I never really got comfortable in a job again until I started here.

I was able to send presents to my friends in Cleveland this year. Last year, I was too broke. Terri, I've known since I was 21 - that's saying something. She dropped me an email letting me know she'd gotten the package and how much it meant to her. *sigh* I miss her, too.

It can give one pause to consider the whole "spirit residue on things" theory. After all - just things, right?

Right.

Monday, Monday

I got a Christmas card from Cliff's Mom and Dad at work today. Dad obviously wrote it to me - I recognize the handwriting. The family wants to see me. One, I have to get correct information to him - and make more efforts to stay in touch. I am floored. Floored. I haven't had such an olive branch offered since Cliff died. And I barely have contact information for them. I'll see what can be done at this point - I got to see Cliff's best friend George last year at AOD for a few moments, and I was just as floored that he was glad to see me and made a HUGE effort just to get a hug and an update while I was staffing Con Ops.

*sigh* I am missing people a lot right now. The season can be one of a lot of happy memories - and can just be full of memories, period.

Open my Christmas decorations, and it sometimes makes me think of a time capsule. Places I've been (because it's traditional for me to pick up a tree ornament from wherever I've travelled), with whom, doing what - and people who have given me things that no longer have any contact me with me. Former bosses. Ones I've really loved. Gone, gone, gone -

I have a set of Yacko, Whacko and Dot from Animaniacs up in the kid's bedroom - they were one of the first things to go up.

Joyce gave those to me.

We parted company in a fashion I had feared would come to pass - watching patterns form in relationships she had with other people who came into the circle briefly, and then dissapeared when money issues came around. Oh yes. It was a helluva ride as long as the money lasted.

And I miss her. She had the most fantastic sense of purpose - let alone her sense of humor, and she could sing with a voice like deep, warm cocoa.

I don't know what's up with my older brother. That's a whole 'nother post in itself. I haven't spoken to him in two years, and I won't force the issue any harder than I have already. Suffice it to say - this was someone who couldn't have been more key in my life growing up. And just - gone. For some time now.

I had a boss when I worked for one of the start-up burn-ups in Brea some years ago - he was based in Chicago, I was in Brea and we had the best working relationship, with the possible exception of the one I'm in now. He was the one who introduced me to unagi, and I've never regretted it. I have the loveliest Father Christmas-in-White decor piece that comes out every year at this time. He was fired, in an equally spectacular fashion that I've never really gotten over - nearly taking me with him, when Cliff was first diagnosed and desperately needed services. I had to stay in that nightmare for almost nine months after that - and I never really got comfortable in a job again until I started here.

I was able to send presents to my friends in Cleveland this year. Last year, I was too broke. Terri, I've known since I was 21 - that's saying something. She dropped me an email letting me know she'd gotten the package and how much it meant to her. *sigh* I miss her, too.

It can give one pause to consider the whole "spirit residue on things" theory. After all - just things, right?

Right.