Thursday, December 28, 2000 - 9:38 pm
Oh Jees . . .
They say you can never go home again . . . well, James Agee actually said it in A Death in the Family:
How far we all come. How far we all come away from ourselves....You can never go home again.Well, I am home . . . again, dammit! Why doesn't it feel different? Why do I feel like I'm twelve again? What is it about returning to the place of one's childhood that makes an otherwise independent adult incapable of picking her clothes up off the floor?
I can feel myself regressing. Oh, I need a job.
But, but, but, the holidays were lovely. I echo everyone's good wishes. I'm sorry, I can't help but love Christmas. I even love all the craziness, piped in elevator versions of jingle bells, and that goddamn GapOldNavyBananaRepublicAmericanEagle commercial with all the snow and "Little Drummer Boy" makes me cry. I told you all I was a big goober.
Now I'm off to a crazy great-aunt's house for one more round of Christmas extravaganza. She has the uncanny ability to give either the worst or best gifts. She's not an in-between kind of gal. I'm hoping for a piece of heirloom jewelry like she gave me last year, but I just might end up with a toilet paper holder disguised as a purple crocheted octopus. I'll let you know what she comes up with.
