December 27

  • It’s two days after Christ­mas, and so I’m busily enjoy­ing as many Christ­mas presents as I can at the same time. I’m still dili­gently work­ing through Christ­mas choco­late and sip­ping a Boylan’s birch beer (these were actu­ally Greg’s present, but he’s been will­ing to share) (I think). And I’m upstairs on the new lap­top, and thank good­ness for that. At this time of year, the sun streams into a cor­ner of one win­dow in the morn­ing, and through the oppo­site cor­ner of the oppo­site win­dow in the after­noon. I tried to get on with my work, wheel­ing this way and that to find escape from the blind­ing glare, but it was no good. And so, I’m upstairs with the dog, who’s a lit­tle fret­ful because we don’t usu­ally do this and she’s faintly scandalized.

    I’ve also got on a pon­cho. This was a present off my Ama­zon wish­list, and I’m hop­ing it’s as pleas­ant to look at as it is com­fort­able to wear.

    I’m just as glad there aren’t oth­ers to see me in the pon­cho. It’s the kind of thing that gets you labeled as some­one who was too fond of the 60′s, which I’m def­i­nitely not. There were a lot of bad ideas in the 60′s — Nehru jack­ets, fringe, bell­bot­toms, go-go boots. But I thought a pon­cho was actu­ally not such a bad idea. It’s easy to make, goes with a lot of things, looks about the same on any­one and keeps the chill out. I sup­pose that besides the hip­pie thing, they remind every­one of Clint East­wood in a spaghetti West­ern. Well, I can’t help that. This one has a Celtic pat­tern (actu­ally, here‘s what it looks like), so it really doesn’t beg a che­root and wide-brimmed hat, but if that’s the way it is, so be it.

    I’m work­ing right now on a fairly epic blog­ging project. I was given seven boxes of Ortho­dox books from someone’s library, and I’m going to offer about half of those free to any­one who’ll ask for them and pay for postage. It’s a good deal for every­one, because I don’t have room to store them, but I’d rather give them to inter­ested Ortho­dox read­ers than just the local library.

    So we’ll all have that to look for­ward to, as soon as I fin­ish orga­niz­ing and cat­a­logu­ing them all. Just look for the lit­tle lady in the pon­cho with the birch beer and the malted milk ball gut.


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    2. Decem­ber 26
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    5. Life as it should be

    December 27th, 2006 | Grace | 7 Comments |

7 Responses and Counting...

  • Word­mama 12.27.2006

    How do you tell a malted milk ball gut from a See’s gut? Or (in my case) an All­sorts gut?

  • Grace

    Well, I’m pleased to report that another ben­e­fit of the pon­cho is that it cov­ers a mul­ti­tude of sins. So I can’t give actual infro­ma­tion myself, but I would think that my malted milk ball gut would look like a lit­tle stack of can­non­balls under a blan­ket. See’s Can­dies, on the other hand, actu­ally digest, giv­ing a much less dis­tinc­tive profile.

    You’ll have to let me know on All­sorts. Since I can’t eat more than three of them with­out gag­ging, I’m unable to do mar­ket research.

  • Word­mama

    Well, they’re Euro­pean, you know, so you end up with a Miche­lin Man kind of pro­file: one spare tire stacked on top of another, as it were.

  • s-p

    C’mon… I LOVED my pais­ley Nehru jacket. It was velour shirts that were a bad idea.

  • Grace

    Omigosh, I for­got about velour shirts. You’re right — that meets the prime require­ment that they don’t look good on any­body.

    I real­ize I actu­ally can’t make that judg­ment call about Nehru jeck­ets. For all that they are now invoked as a 60’s fash­ion cliche, I don’t remem­ber see­ing any­one wear­ing them.

    But then, I for­get that I was actu­ally get­ting into things a bit late in the decade. I was born in 1960, and so by the time I was aware of these things and mak­ing choices, it was late-60’s/early 70’s. Not that the 70’s brought us that much relief, but some of the ear­lier beat­nik look had gone its way. So I remem­ber maxi coats — another bygone fash­ion I’d own in a heart­beat if I could get away with it — but not Nehru jackets.

    I’m sure yours was stun­ning. :-)

  • s-p

    1960??? No won­der you don’t know the endur­ing fash­ions of the late 60’s… you’re just a kid. Benny Hinn still wears Nehru jack­ets so they can’t be all THAT “out” :)

  • Grace

    Yep, this is why I love being around the “clas­sic” Baby Boomers. I get called a kid!

    Benny Hinn: yep, he pulls off the Nehru jacket thing, but then maybe they still wear them in India. He also wears those col­ored shirts that Cau­casians don’t look good in. AND he can cure can­cer by smack­ing your fore­head! What a guy!

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