I just looked at my Facebook memories, and last year on this day I wrote, “Bring on 2020.”
That aged well.
I have to work today. I was convinced we had today off. Earlier in the week my coworker, Frapdorp, sent me something that’s “due to the client at noon Thursday” and in my MIND I was all smug. “We can’t SEND it Thursday because we won’t BE here Thursday.”
And then I thought back to the other nine New Year’s Eves I’ve worked at this place, and how I’ve always been, you know, at work, and right then I knew. Of course we had work on Thursday.
So the thing he sent me is done, really, but I just wanted to read through it one more time this morning before I sent it back to him, as I felt tired by the time I was done with it yesterday.
If I end up getting zero other work to do today I’ll just use my one remaining vacation day to use up my hours on my time sheet. Normally I could take that unused day and drag it over to next year, but as of next year, or as we say in my country, tomorrow, I get four weeks of vacation and what the heck do I need with four weeks and one day of vacation time? You know how I love travel.
Anyway, once my workday is done, whatever I end up doing with it, I have big plans to watch that Laura Ingalls Wilder special on PBS for my New Year’s rockin’ Eve. I think I can stream it, although I’m not positive because last night I tried to get it all set up but to do so would’ve required getting up off the couch and downloading the PBS app and there was no way that herculean effort was happening.
Right after work yesterday, I had Mario from Apple Care again, because yes, the thing that was broken about my computer that kept me from being able to just smoothly present you with an end-of-year slideshow is STILL BROKEN, and the engineers are having Mario and me do screen recordings of different scenarios, then we send those off to the engineers, then they say, “Hunh” and then have us record another scenario.
Meanwhile, I know all about Mario’s Christmas and his New Year’s plans and also what his girlfriend does for a living and so on.
Mario has the kind of taste in movies you’d expect from a young computer guy.
Anyway, I was drained last night, is my point, and did not want to get up to get my phone and download another goddamn app to see if in fact I can watch that Laura Ingalls Wilder special on PBS, which is a scenario Laura Ingalls Wilder herself faced often with grit and pioneering spirit. But if I can watch that special tonight I will never be sad again.
You know, she wrote for, like, her local paper or something and didn’t achieve real fame until she was 65. She wrote recipes and talked about how to raise chickens. Maybe complained about Almanzo and who can blame her. When she was 55 like me, she was just basically a paper blogger.
Also tonight, I am going to make a big pot of tea in the teapot my Aunt Mary got me and oooo, maybe I’ll go to the bakery here and get something really bad for me to eat as well. They have curbside service and they also have pupcakes. In all, I’m pretty delighted with these plans and now so is the Eds.
Usually at Christmas I go to Chris and Lilly’s, and on New Year’s Eve I go to The Other Copy Editor’s bed and breakfast for their big party. It’s a quieter year this year but I am OK with it for one year. If I’m still doing this at the end of 2021 Ima be in a mood.
I hope you all have delightful 2121s or whatever the next year is going to be. I’d love to keep talking but Forest has now plopped himself between me and the laptop and I can’t see anything but smokey fur and a smug black nose. It’s both cute and terrifically irritating.
Talk to you next year, or as they say in my country, cucumber.