I have the next 9 days off. What a way to bring in the New Year. I get to relax, reflect and do only the things I want to do for the next week and a weekend. It doesn’t get much better than this.
I’ve had a lot going on as this year has drawn to a close. Until last night, my place looked like a cyclone hit it. Every dish in my house was dirty, there were bowls of dried batter, cake frosting and God knows what else. It was gross and too big of a job for me to tackle, so I ignored it all week long.
I knew I wanted to start vacation with a clean slate this morning so last night I demonstrated the ultimate, utter laziness imaginable. I hired Katrice’s kids to clean it for me. Man, what kids will do for money. They agreed to help me before they saw the actual project. I fully expected them to bow out once they cast their eyes upon my scuzz, but despite their repulsion, they wanted the cash. Let me tell you, that was the best $40 I’ve ever spent in my life. My kitchen sparkles today. What’s better is that since they handled the kitchen, I got to clean up the rest of the apartment. It feels like home again, not like Santa’s bakeshop gone amuck. I feel like I have a nice soothing place to relax and enjoy my vacation.
Now, speaking of vacation. I’m going to try to take time to breathe, relax, reflect on this past year and set some goals for next year. I’ll start back in the gym since the holidays have done what they do to my routine and regimen. I’ll try to spend time with myself a little more and get a little more settled within on a couple of issues that are still more unsettling for me than I’m comfortable with. More on those as I reflect. You might have to check Unpacking Faith though, since some of those issues are particular to that journey I’m chronicling over there.
I’ve got some Christmas pics, as promised. A few of my favorite things. All food.
Turnip greens. OK, I’m not the biggest fan of turnip greens, I prefer collards or kale, but these are great as long as I don’t have to eat the turnips. It’s funny how you usually can’t get kids to eat veggies, but sit a black kid down in front of some greens and see what happens.
Rice. We’re a rice and gravy family. Not mashed potatoes. I’ve tried a couple of times to slip some taters on the table, but somebody always brings the rice. It goes with the brisket and gravy that my uncle makes. A couple of us (the kids) have sat at granny’s feet long enough to make a decent brisket. But Uncle Ed’s rocks.
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Here’s the whole spread.
I’ll spare you all my plumber shot. My brother took a picture of me opening gifts on Christmas Eve. Apparently with as much ass as I have, it’s completely insensitive to draft. It seems he sat right behind me and took the pic. I never knew he was there, but it was baaaaaaaad. Let’s just say there’s something to be said for granny panties. I better pick up a few.
So, 20 smooches to whoever gets Name That Pic right. And, one question in the interest of diversity. Do other people take pictures of food (and caskets) or is that just a black folk thing?
I have really enjoyed meeting all of you wonderful people this year. And as 2006 comes to a close I wish you all joy, peace, love and the abundant richness of all that means the most to you in the coming year.