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12/24-74

It has been a busy time but not much because of the holidays.

Tuesday was my very last MIT interview. I got on request after the 10th which is the last day they can do it. She said she had it ready but never hit the send key. But, late is late.

My last interview was not the best but it is not the worst. Done. They are not there to entertain me.

Then there is a haze in which I saw a movie and something else, meetings with some friends, and a LOT of letter writing. A lot of pelple back east sending greetings more personal than a card.

Yesterday, everything ground to a halt for John's birthday. And shopping and house cleaning.

A friend of his and the partner invited us for afternoon tea. Plug in here all the usual foot dragging and wishing it would snow or something. But I got the idea to make it a stop on the afternoon dog walk and so that is what we did.

It was really a tea party. I have never ever been to one. Don't like the stuff. So I asked for a diet Coke.

That was sort of a downer for them I suppose. But I really didn't want the tea. There were small sandwiches. Cucumber. Smoked salmon. And then the biggest fucking carrot cake you ever saw for his birthday cake.

I felt a little pre-empted here in that we were going to have a turkey dinner and a small cake at home less than three hours later.

More awkward stuff. All mine, they were doing fine. It was said that carrot was a cake I liked. Well, sort of. I didn't have any. So far 0 for 3.

I made the exit I had planned although the timing was off a bit. I planned to tell them Booker had to go poop and, true to the party, he went out back and did it right as I was announcing our exit. Pre-empted again.

But I marched right through that and left anyway. My other exit plan was that I had to cook dinner. Which is sort of true in a warmup the frozen turkey kind of way.

I think it all ended up OK. It was good that I went without whining. No one noticed that they were having a tea party and I was not.

And it was over rather quickly. An easy half hour.

I think that the holiday is finally de-sentimentalized for us. It is the Eve. We may go look at lights which gets old in less than half an hour.

Tomorrow: Stollen. That is it. I am roasting a three rib standing rib and making over roast potatoes. That is it. No mince pie. We never ate more than a small wedge of it.

Oh! The 74 part of the title. Our probable temperature all next week. Very nice. And there is some show out the back window up there 12,000 feet on San Gorgonio. Most of the other snow spots are bare.

That is it from here. Have a good (de-sentimentalized) holiday yourself.

Ahhhh. Quiet.

Labels: holiday