Saturday, January 01, 2005
Staggering but cheerful
We are all rather dozy here at the House of Unruly Fish today. Mike has barely moved from his TV chair, and the clone and I are mostly sitting in front of our respective computers, occasionally getting up to wander around for the cure of some minor need (goodies, eye drops) before returning to our home base.
There are tasks awaiting which we planned to do today, but that's one of the good things about tasks. Mostly, they are patient waiters.
I feel like I've finished a race or some similar grueling contest. The holidays were fun; I'm glad we did the things we did, but I am also glad they are done and we can get on to the next thing, whatever that might be.
Didn't do anything especially wild yesterday for the New Year celebration. We volunteered to bring dinner and snacks to the kids' house, and like typical grandmas, we came away from the store afraid we didn't have enough. Of course when it was all cooked we turned out to have made enough for three times as many people. The menu included my famous homemade hot and sour soup (Dear Nigel had a cold), potstickers, BBQ chicken wings, pizza rolls, chips and pretzels and dip, some beautiful little chocolates shaped like seashells which had been in the Christmas markdown aisle, and jello shooters, plain for the kids, high octane for the grownups. I think I made those later ones wrong, and will be forced to look up a better recipe some year.
We played Full Contact Uno again, and then a game about Disney movies which includes visual questions on a DVD. It's funny how that levels the playing field--some questions the grown-ups were all "Dur?" while the kids shouted out the answers. And other times us oldsters scored via knowledge of ancient lore, like the name of the song the crows sing in "Dumbo" (When I See An Elephant Fly). Caro and I decided on the way home that Disney-ana is, for good or ill, one of the most ubiquitous memes in American culture, and it's a rare person who has never been exposed to ANY of it.
Gamed out, we watched Spiderman 2 (which Caro, Mike and I had not yet seen) on their new big screen TV. That is surely the best of both worlds--the pleasant visual shock of big screen watching, but the enjoyment of being able to snark out loud, the way you can't in a theater. My 11 year old grandson Zach is developing a good line in smart cracks that age and worldly experience can only improve.
There are tasks awaiting which we planned to do today, but that's one of the good things about tasks. Mostly, they are patient waiters.
I feel like I've finished a race or some similar grueling contest. The holidays were fun; I'm glad we did the things we did, but I am also glad they are done and we can get on to the next thing, whatever that might be.
Didn't do anything especially wild yesterday for the New Year celebration. We volunteered to bring dinner and snacks to the kids' house, and like typical grandmas, we came away from the store afraid we didn't have enough. Of course when it was all cooked we turned out to have made enough for three times as many people. The menu included my famous homemade hot and sour soup (Dear Nigel had a cold), potstickers, BBQ chicken wings, pizza rolls, chips and pretzels and dip, some beautiful little chocolates shaped like seashells which had been in the Christmas markdown aisle, and jello shooters, plain for the kids, high octane for the grownups. I think I made those later ones wrong, and will be forced to look up a better recipe some year.
We played Full Contact Uno again, and then a game about Disney movies which includes visual questions on a DVD. It's funny how that levels the playing field--some questions the grown-ups were all "Dur?" while the kids shouted out the answers. And other times us oldsters scored via knowledge of ancient lore, like the name of the song the crows sing in "Dumbo" (When I See An Elephant Fly). Caro and I decided on the way home that Disney-ana is, for good or ill, one of the most ubiquitous memes in American culture, and it's a rare person who has never been exposed to ANY of it.
Gamed out, we watched Spiderman 2 (which Caro, Mike and I had not yet seen) on their new big screen TV. That is surely the best of both worlds--the pleasant visual shock of big screen watching, but the enjoyment of being able to snark out loud, the way you can't in a theater. My 11 year old grandson Zach is developing a good line in smart cracks that age and worldly experience can only improve.
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