Thursday, December 28, 2000

 

8:04 p.m. I thought I would share with you one of the more festive trees I saw this holiday season. This one was a Priscilla of the Desert theme tree, with lots and lots of ... purses. Disco balls and strange fish things. And the food at that particular party was excellent, as well. Some people just know how to do Christmas.

9:25 p.m. I'm trying to think of something to write that doesn't sound too pathetic so I slink off to bed and read some nice science fiction and complete my escape from this particular day.

Reading other online journals for inspiration isn't helping too much tonight -- everyone, and I do mean everyone, feels obligated to list in detail all the nice presents they've received. It's a way of thanking people, of course, and I suppose if I went back into history, I'd see that people who keep journals and logs have been doing it for years.

It's an electronic form of display, no different in its way from my family's way of rearranging all the opened loot under the tree, as if our living room were a well-stocked store. It's only polite. Spreads the good fortune around.

9:46 p.m. Fitful stops and starts. No ideas, no feelings, no thoughts. Write and erase and begin again. I'll post this much, take a bath, and see if any there's any inspiration to be found in the sudsy blowzy bubbles. Who knows?