In Demand

[poliphilo]

I live a retired life. No-one invites me anywhere (thank goodness.) And then I get two big-deal invitations for the same evening.

Invitation #1 is for a book launch at the Bosnian embassy. I wrote the preface to said book. I'm not going because it's too far, Ailz has a hospital appointment that day and the thought of being on display like that and having to pretend to be some sort of expert on Bosnian poetry (which I'm not) gives me the heebie-jeebies.

Invitation #2 is for the preview of an exhibition of paintings and drawings by an ex-girlfriend. I probably will go to this one because it's not too far, I'm interested to see what Wendy is up to these days and, even though the prospect of having to make light, tinking conversation over the chardonnay is pretty repulsive, I won't have to pretend to be anything other than a punter.

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[jackiejj.livejournal.com]

This will be the strangest Christmas for me. For one thing, I'm out of money and can only offer my Lulu book to my family--and gingersnaps. For another--much more significant--my son and his family won't be home anymore for the holidays, since Tara is a deacon and needs to be in the middle of church activities, so I won't see my grandchildren.

They are coming down briefly for Thanksgiving, but it won't be the same.

For the first time in my life, I don't look forward to Christmas. Just thinking about it makes me feel weary.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

I went through a run of really grim Christmases.
It's horrid to be bombarded by all festive cheer when you don't feel in the mood.

We don't have any grandchildren- and none of the kids seem minded to provide us with any- but having Joe around over the season (he'll probably be at Sarah's on Christmas day) should make a difference.