October 29, 2004
Here's some info on the very major things we have happening over the next 5 weeks, a whirlwind of activity that leaves me nervous, breathless, and excited all at once. Yeah-this is one of those This Is My Daily Life posts, as opposed to a These Are My Fucked-Up Feelings post, so bear with the perceived mundane with me.
Angus and I printed out monthly Outlook calendars until the end of December, and we found, sitting there with a red pen, a glass of wine, and some stinky cheese, that nearly every single weekend from here on is taken. First off, Melissa and Jeff arrive tonight to stay with us for 9 days. Angus is really excited and I have to say-I am looking forward to seeing them too. We even have a "just us" day on Wednesday, as Angus has a company function to attend to and so I get them for the evening-oh yes. There are plans. I'm thinking Shark Tales, pizza, and I bought them fizzy Lush bath bombs to try out (hers explodes pink hearts, his a blue fizzy wave).
I'm not yet nervous, but I think maybe that will come.
Next weekend we still have Melissa and Jeff and will be celebrating the thoroughly English holiday of Guy Fawkes' Day down in Brighton. This will be my first Guy Fawkes celebration, but I can assure you-we will be buying fireworks. Guy Fawkes was the man who tried to blow up Parliament, but was caught and executed, so now England celebrates November 5 with fireworks and burning Guy Fawkes effigies.
See? Who says they're repressed here.....
The weekend after that, Angus and I have cheap flights to Palma de Mallorca (when BMI offers you flights for £4 per person each way to destinations all over Europe, you kinda' can't say no).
The middle of November we are moving into our new house, and I have to say-I am pretty excited about that. Larger kitchen, two toilets, larger bedroom and-orgasm of orgasms-a dishwasher. What's not to like (besides the pain and hassle of moving, that is)?
And the weekend after that, we're in Sweden.
That's right.
One month from today on November 29, we will be flying home with my cats.
It's been fraught-all the airlines' web pages are wrong-we booked tickets together assuming we could go and get the cats and bring them back in the cabin. Turns out the UK doesn't allow animals in the cabin unless they're seeing eye dogs, so my beautiful girls will have to go in cargo, for which SAS feels they have the right to charge me 5,000 SEK for (that's nearly £400, or over $700). I am fighting with this, since I not only think it's exorbitant, but their website led me to believe that I could take them in the cabin with me. Had I known they are only allowed to be shipped as freight, Angus and I wouldn't even be going to Stockholm, it would just be arranged for X Partner Unit to drop them off.
There is angry email and letter-writing going on in this house.
Despite that, I am so utterly excited. I imagine you're probably sick of reading about it, but I just ache for my cats. I think of them a thousand times a day. My perfect, wonderful, precious babies, my bitches, my gorgeous cats will be here in one month. Maggie and Mumin-I am dancing with excitement. Soon they'll have the pleasure of meeting Melanie's other baby she sent me.
Here are My Girls:
The weekend after they arrive, Angus and I are off to Amsterdam (remember that BMI deal? Yup. We bought tickets to Amsterdam). And since I am not interviewing, I think I will try a little bit of that space cake, thank you....That, and we get to meet one my oldest friends and her boyfriend for dinner in Amsterdam, so I am looking forward to that.
In the meantime, I am passing time. Thinking of Christmas shopping. Watching the leaves outside the window fall. Autumn is here, and it's here with every foggy, grey, rainy moment possible.
But there is, of course, Halloween. One thing that I just adore about the US and its customs are the holidays. Fall begins the steep slippery slope that is holiday joy-kick it off with Halloween and follow it up with Thanksgiving (which I hold every year), then ice the cake with Christmas and New Years.
I just love Christmas (note to self: must pick up John Denver and the Muppets Christmas CD from Swedish storage while in Stockholm. Am sure Angus won't mind me playing it over and over and over again). Christmas shopping is to be completed by Thanksgiving. Decorations to go up. A Christmas tree to be bought and decorated and cards to be sent out (and this year, we will be sending out joint Christmas cards. Ooooooo....) I love the holidays. I may be jaded and hurt by life, but the little kid in me still gets all whirly and girly over the holidays.
I also have to say-I saw the trailers for Polar Express a few days ago, and when I saw it I felt a wave of stabbing homesickness for the US so terrific it brought tears to my eyes.
Halloween gets celebrated in this house, and in fact the terrace we live in will be having Trick-or-Treating. Our neighbor Sally set it up, and I exclaimed with delight.
"The kids will come round for candy?" I said, happily.
"Sweeties. They'll come round for sweeties. We don't call it candy." She said laughing.
Sorry, but if you're winging bit sugary wrapped goodness into the bottom of a plastic orange jack-o-lantern, it can't be anything other than candy, honey. Really.
I love Halloween and I love the traditions of it. I carve pumpkins every year, and spend time savoring the pumpkin seeds, which I bake and swoon over after torturing my orange gourd. Witness my expert carving and our jack-o-lanterns that I light every night.
And finally, here is me getting into the spirit of things. I bought my witch headband a month ago and have been wearing it, I think, ever since. Angus just rolls his eyes and grins, but I just love giving any little bit of the holidays that I can. I am such a dork. That, and I'm not sure which is scarier-the witches or me with no makeup.
Sometimes, you just don't have to grow up, or if you do, at least you can do so kicking and screaming.
-H.
PS-Yahoo! is fixed again. Our pc was attacked by a Trojan virus and had to be rebuilt. If you'd invited me to be added, all of the cookies, etc were lost, so if you want to ever chat, afraid you have to invite me again, as I have no history in my Yahoo account.
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