Hot Buttered Rum for a Winter Vacation Bum
Actually, I’m not really on vacation, but most of my classes have finished for now. Naturally, my mind thinks it’s time to turn to jelly and just hum in front of the TV. Silly brain. For the last two weeks, I feel like I’ve been the victim of an avalanche of laziness…now trapped under a mound of apathy. I figure it’s fairly normal at this time of year, after a term of university study and part-time teaching, but it’s still disconcerting BECAUSE I’m not actually finished my work. I have a Spanish exam tomorrow; it’s just occurred to me that maybe I should study a little bit. All those Spanish words I don’t know; all those verb forms… I haven’t started writing a series of short stories that must be completed by the beginning of January, nor have I read The In-Between World of Vikram Lall or written a book review of it. And no, I haven’t begun Christmas shopping either. I also intend to write Christmas cards this year for a change. Good intentions, yup, I’m full of them.
Instead, I’ve decided to write up a long-overdue post (funny how, when one is procrasting the lesser priorities suddenly float to the top). I’ve made myself the first hot buttered rum of the season (the perfect holiday drink, me thinks) to loosen the joints in my writing/studying/Christmas-wishing brain.
I don’t believe in making New Year’s resolutions, so I’ve decided to make pre-New Year’s resolutions instead. But I’m not going to tell you what they are at this point. If I can walk the walk, I’ll talk the talk. Walk before talk this year, OK?
In the meantime, I’d appreciate some holiday gift ideas, because, for the first year EVER, I’m truly COMPLETELY CLUELESS as to what to buy. I wish I were a craft-y type…I kind of feel like building a fabulous little house or something, complete with mini-furniture and lighting, but who are we kidding. I don’t know woodworking; I can’t sew worth a darn; I won’t go near power tools; I can’t make jewelry or pottery; I don’t paint or make origami. I’m really the Canadian anti-Martha. Sometimes this bothers me, though it doesn’t keep me awake at night. (Yet.)
Hmm. I guess I’ll go and study my Spanish verbs now. I’m not too bad at conjugating verbs. Too bad nobody wants conjugated verbs for Christmas or Hanukkah. Dear Santa, please send me the verb “to oscillate” in the subjunctive. I’ve been good all year.
hohoho merry merry and a hot buttered bum
Posted on December 10, 2003 01:37 PM