I’m sitting in the living room, listening to Little Steven’s Underground Garage channel while Mrs. M finishes up the turkey and dressing so that we don’t have to fuss about it tomorrow. Last night, the Mondettes and I watched Batman Returns — it is set at Christmastime, you know. As Michelle Pfeiffer goes through her psychotic break/transformation to Catwoman, the Spawn announced, “Wow! It’s like Villain Puberty.”
Made one more run down to Real City to pick up a few last-minute items for the Mondettes, and then to VoldeMart to get something for the Hound of the Basketcase. Traffic wasn’t too bad, all things considered.
And as I sit here, I’m very grateful for a number of things. This year has had its share of darkness, and I expect next year will have more. But at the same time, I continue to be amazed by the unearned joys in my life, from the feeling of the cool air on my face at a college football game to the taste of Ben and Jerry’s Karamel Sutra, to the kindness and inspiration I find in so many people. I’m also grateful for the community of people I’ve met in the not-quite-eight months I’ve spent doing the blog (one of whom even sent me a Christmas card — thanks, Jeff!) Whether you’ve agreed with me or not, whether you’ve commented or not, it’s a joy to know that you’re out there reading what I have to say. Most of all, of course, I’m grateful for the gift of the Mondettes. I absolutely don’t deserve people this loving, this clever, this supportive, and this talented in my life.
Thanks for everything, y’all. Merry Christmas, and God bless us, every one. (Hmmm… that’s kind of catchy.)