Update: Far from home.
Dec. 26th, 2002 08:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rivkaWe're still in Memphis. Right now we're at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
curiousangel's best friend's house, and I've slipped away to borrow her computer. It's been my only chance at net access, other than standing up at a terminal in a Davis-Kidd bookstore that's really only supposed to be used to search their website. I shouldn't be antisocial for much longer here, but I'm suffering from withdrawal.
It's a fine trip, so far. It's not like being with my own family, butcuriousangel's family tries very hard to be welcoming. They're really glad to see us. That helps. Mostly I'm focusing on this trip as a chance to relax, catch up on sleep, reconnect with curiousangel. I'm much less fixated this year on the differences between Christmas here and real Christmas, and as a result I'm able to enjoy myself a lot more.
Our big Christmas present came from his father: money to buy ourselves a sleigh bed. The bed we use now is at least twenty years old, and it wasn't a fine piece of furniture at any point in its history. I'm looking forward to replacing it. And I'm sure that legions of people who have slept in our guest room are looking forward to having that futon replaced by our current bed, which is at least comfortable, if not beautiful.
In other news, we had a deep-fried turkey for Christmas dinner. Really. A deep-fried turkey. I didn't know that real people did that sort of thing, but it was marvelous - juicy and rich, with a deep mahogany-brown skin. Mmmm. Less successful was the dish of asparagus that had been boiled for about half an hour and then topped with melted cheddar cheese, and the cotton-textured coconut cake. Southern cooking definitely has its ups and downs.
I should go be social now. Rest assured that I miss my constant connection to you all.
curiousangel's best friend's house, and I've slipped away to borrow her computer. It's been my only chance at net access, other than standing up at a terminal in a Davis-Kidd bookstore that's really only supposed to be used to search their website. I shouldn't be antisocial for much longer here, but I'm suffering from withdrawal.It's a fine trip, so far. It's not like being with my own family, but
curiousangel's family tries very hard to be welcoming. They're really glad to see us. That helps. Mostly I'm focusing on this trip as a chance to relax, catch up on sleep, reconnect with curiousangel. I'm much less fixated this year on the differences between Christmas here and real Christmas, and as a result I'm able to enjoy myself a lot more.Our big Christmas present came from his father: money to buy ourselves a sleigh bed. The bed we use now is at least twenty years old, and it wasn't a fine piece of furniture at any point in its history. I'm looking forward to replacing it. And I'm sure that legions of people who have slept in our guest room are looking forward to having that futon replaced by our current bed, which is at least comfortable, if not beautiful.
In other news, we had a deep-fried turkey for Christmas dinner. Really. A deep-fried turkey. I didn't know that real people did that sort of thing, but it was marvelous - juicy and rich, with a deep mahogany-brown skin. Mmmm. Less successful was the dish of asparagus that had been boiled for about half an hour and then topped with melted cheddar cheese, and the cotton-textured coconut cake. Southern cooking definitely has its ups and downs.
I should go be social now. Rest assured that I miss my constant connection to you all.
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