"In the world which is upside down, the true is a moment of the false."
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Wednesday, December 25, 2002 my house smells wonderful... it really does. it smells of cranberries and sage and rosemary and celery and thyme. turkey, too. the problem is it think that i may have spent $80 bucks that i really don't have on a meal that i may end up picking at all by my lonesome. i'm at home alone. my roomie, (god bless 'em, he got me a ticket to see sleater-kinney in feb for x-mas.) is at his folks house. my family is 6,000 miles away. the only place i feel really comfortable anymore is in my kitchen. this is odd in as far as i don't really eat much anymore. maybe i just eat differently, i dunno. when i get stressed, i cook. in the week or so after the breakup with c, i went on a baking spree. i had a house full of pastries that i had no interest in eating. my co-workers and friends were the beneficiaries of my culinary largesse. i knew a couple of days ago that i would more than likely be here by myself on x-mas day and i figured the only way to keep from completely losing my shit was to cook. so, that is exactly what i am doing. a turkey, a ham, mashed potatoes, green beans, dilled carrots, way yummy stuffing, gravy, the whole shebang. i've invited some of my more rootless friends over this afternoon, but as much as they are rootless, they are also flaky as all get out. the usual suspects, julio, nico, crazy joe, porno joe, desire' etc. so, maybe when i get on the palne monday morning to go and see what is left of my family i will pack a lunch. a really, really big one. lord knows i've got the food. or maybe people will actually show to eat this feast. i have no idea. all i know is that my house smells amazing. as indifferent as i am to much of what we think of as "the holidays" the smells, the labor or preparation, all of that stuff does, in fact, appeal to me greatly. i just wish someone would show up for it already as i am getting kinda drunk and kinda weepy already. listening to: billie holiday "god bless the child" feeling: irrelevant and nostalgic. posted by downtown | 5:07 PM |
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