Chrimboeve
Dec. 24th, 2023 11:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sorcyressJust realized we forgot to leave out cookies and beer for Santa --an important family tradition! It's okay though, I have a dinosaur cookie here in my room for him, and I think he might've dunk a beer while watching the game earlier.
It's been very interesting, having a year at work where I've been pretty damn grouchy about the fact that we're supposed to be secular, stop making me have to think about weird commercialized Christmas at work, and then coming home and engaging in a bunch of traditions and spending really valuable time with my bloodfamily. I think it really just does boil down to a profound discomfort with letting my workplace have intimacy with me --a small handful of coworkers can receive it, but the bulk of the staff are not welcome to Know Things about my life.
(This is definitely related to the thing I wrote a few months ago about how if the school is not going to get it right WRT the marginalization they know about, I'm not willing to share the other ones with them. And they don't. I get misgendered all the time. I am frequently the only person in a series of introductions to say my pronouns. I fucking hate it.)
But yeah, that's the sad and bad part, the dull part, the part of my life where I can't let myself shine. That's not what this journal is for. I mean it is, this journal is for everything, but I'd really prefer to write something nice about my life right now.
We don't have Shannon this year --she's doing Chrimbo with her girlfriend's family, which is really cute and wonderful and means the two of them don't have to fly anywhere (especially cross-country). So it's the parents, and me, and Alys and her partner Charlie and I'm very pleased about all of it.
One of my major goals this year (every year) is to give both my parents a gift by helping to put the house more in order. Assemble and move furniture, go grocery shopping, wrap presents, alphabetize books...and there's a whole list of things for me to try and help with in the next week! It's a nice way to be, to be helpful, to be useful, to be needed. (Service is my only joy, says the oldest childe, and probably has some feelings about it, when they're not home. Here though, the feelings are less important because I can _help_.)
This is first Chrimbo in Fox Run, the new Maryland house, and I'm ecstatic about the idea that I will be able to go see Veronica sometime this week and hang out with her. It's not quite "wander down the street in the afternoon" or "have the whole of her fam come over for dinner" but it will be a damn lot more than we've had.
(ah shit, I _definitely_ should've put things for the boys onto my shopping list. That is a very good thing to keep in mind for future years!)
Today we watched The Gamers and its first sequel (we may watch the others soon). Mom and I did a bunch of PokemonGo on the way home from groceries. Everyone wrapped presents and ate snacks. Dad read to us, the traditional book. There're puzzles and television and affable friendly snark and general ridiculousity. I am very happy.
I hope whatever your December is bringing you, it is what you hoped.
~Sor
MOOP!
It's been very interesting, having a year at work where I've been pretty damn grouchy about the fact that we're supposed to be secular, stop making me have to think about weird commercialized Christmas at work, and then coming home and engaging in a bunch of traditions and spending really valuable time with my bloodfamily. I think it really just does boil down to a profound discomfort with letting my workplace have intimacy with me --a small handful of coworkers can receive it, but the bulk of the staff are not welcome to Know Things about my life.
(This is definitely related to the thing I wrote a few months ago about how if the school is not going to get it right WRT the marginalization they know about, I'm not willing to share the other ones with them. And they don't. I get misgendered all the time. I am frequently the only person in a series of introductions to say my pronouns. I fucking hate it.)
But yeah, that's the sad and bad part, the dull part, the part of my life where I can't let myself shine. That's not what this journal is for. I mean it is, this journal is for everything, but I'd really prefer to write something nice about my life right now.
We don't have Shannon this year --she's doing Chrimbo with her girlfriend's family, which is really cute and wonderful and means the two of them don't have to fly anywhere (especially cross-country). So it's the parents, and me, and Alys and her partner Charlie and I'm very pleased about all of it.
One of my major goals this year (every year) is to give both my parents a gift by helping to put the house more in order. Assemble and move furniture, go grocery shopping, wrap presents, alphabetize books...and there's a whole list of things for me to try and help with in the next week! It's a nice way to be, to be helpful, to be useful, to be needed. (Service is my only joy, says the oldest childe, and probably has some feelings about it, when they're not home. Here though, the feelings are less important because I can _help_.)
This is first Chrimbo in Fox Run, the new Maryland house, and I'm ecstatic about the idea that I will be able to go see Veronica sometime this week and hang out with her. It's not quite "wander down the street in the afternoon" or "have the whole of her fam come over for dinner" but it will be a damn lot more than we've had.
(ah shit, I _definitely_ should've put things for the boys onto my shopping list. That is a very good thing to keep in mind for future years!)
Today we watched The Gamers and its first sequel (we may watch the others soon). Mom and I did a bunch of PokemonGo on the way home from groceries. Everyone wrapped presents and ate snacks. Dad read to us, the traditional book. There're puzzles and television and affable friendly snark and general ridiculousity. I am very happy.
I hope whatever your December is bringing you, it is what you hoped.
~Sor
MOOP!
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on 2023-12-25 02:02 pm (UTC)I wish to understand the origin and meaning of this word!
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on 2023-12-25 02:28 pm (UTC)