I hope everybody is having a Merry Christmas Eve Eve. That is what a friend of my sister’s declared December 23 many years ago. They said, “Today is Christmas Eve Eve.” They even got a little silly and started saying that yesterday had been Christmas Eve Eve Eve. I don’t remember how many Eves they got to before they got bored with it, but they had no use for my suggestion that the day after Christmas must be Christmas Vee.
I lead with a memory to avoid straight out declaring that this is Wuss-out Wednesday, but I think we all knew it was coming. Christmas preparations, what a tiring endeavor! I had thought to write a blog post while at work today and save us all the pain of Wuss-out Wednesday, but I had no ideas. Then I started thinking about a murder mystery I had committed to write and found out I actually had lots of ideas. Once I got on break, I started writing on that. Oh, what fun! I love writing murder mysteries!
Just to be clear: it’s not a novel and it’s not a real play. It is interactive dinner theatre. At one time I wrote a good many of them. They were very well received by certain North Country audiences in the 1990s. But people who go on about past glories are tiresome (except when it’s “tales of the glories of Christmases long, long ago,” like in the song).
After work, I had barely an hour and a half before Steven got off work and it was time to whisk off to Rome and my parents’ house. I thought briefly about making my blog post then, but I had several chores to finish. With that in mind, I put on some coffee, jumped in the shower and once I was clean, dry and dressed, I got to work. I packed, I wrapped, I loaded the car, I checked my to-do list for what I had forgotten, I took care of the stuff I had forgotten, I remembered some stuff that was not on the list, I took care of that.
And I got it all done! All Steven had to do when he got home was change his clothes, put coffee in travel mugs and let me drive us to Rome. I was awesome! At least, I have not yet remembered anything else I forgot, so we’ll call it a win.
And now I have written an unusual 400 some words on my silly blog post for the day. If only I could come up with a title, I would be reasonably content with my lot in life. Hmmm… nothing is coming, although I am getting a few more ideas for that murder mystery.