Here I am, blogging from the dark side of the moon, the CLO lounge at the embassy.
Peter has to accompany a medivac, boo-hoo, to France. He will leave tonight and come back Friday. He said, I won't have time to shop. I say, there's more in the Paris airport shops than there is in the entire country of Niger. He says he has a lot to do before he goes tonight at midnight, I said, "Like what, making a list of everything you're going to buy me?"
Peter is going somewhere cold and dark and wet and will have to wear a (borrowed) coat and a scarf. No fair! It simply doesn't feel like Christmas here, it's hot in the daytime, sunny every single day and gets dark at the same time as when we arrived in July. In Portland it's hailing! I love hail, I always open the big heavy front door at 6225 Reed College Place and watch the hail with the Cast. I'm like a displaced east-coaster in California. Here, it's the same day, everyday, over and over again, like the movie Ground Hog Day.
I did find our Christmas ornaments today though, in one of our last boxes to be unpacked. We went to the Grand Hotel for brochettes on Saturday and I told Peter I was surprised they didn't have a big tree up. Yeah, right. Me, who hates all that holiday overkill: complaining. I miss the Christmas graphics at Target. How's that for pathetic? And this year they had things designed by Tord Boontje, that fabulous Dutch artist! I should be talking about the Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center or something, not Target.
If anyone can remember this far back, we were married 19 years ago today. Is that all?
Tell me about a Christmas detail in your town in the comments.