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JC's Birthday

It was a banner birthday of JC this year. In fact, I am declaring this Christmas as the best one ever. It wasn’t about the gift giving or feasting this year; it was about family- more importantly my family. They made it to the wonderful capital of New York without a hitch. I called my rents at quarter to six in the morning, to give them a weather status at my apartment and to wish them luck as they traveled up to my place. Then I immediately fell back asleep and managed to oversleep after I had inadvertently shut off the alarm clock.

I woke up with about an hour to spare, got the boys up, managed to bake my breads, have them shower, clean the bathroom, and shower myself. I dressed, did the hair, and lit tart burners around the house to ensure a Christmas presence in every nook and cranny. The family arrived shortly after I finished with the snow beginning to start very lightly. Mel picked up Pat before my family arrived to begin his family’s gathering. Kris was left with me for a while.

It took six people, multiple trips up the stairs, to finally unload the beast and get the presents in the living room, and the food either in the fridge or on the front porch. Got my sister’s stocking filled, presented it to her. Cut the breads, handed out OJ, water, etc.

Made it through the stockings, and half the presents then breaked for preparing the roast beast in the oven. J made her phone calls to her friends whilst my brother commandeered my computer with his various e-mails and other Christmas wishing. We finished the presents, mom and my brother went to the hotel checked in, while J slept on the futon and dad on my bed, and I prepared mom’s pudding and peeled potatoes.

The snow picked up and dropped a couple of inches while we were eating dinner. Mom made me say grace and needless I mangled it. Too many uhms and disconnected thoughts, my brain must have been preparing to shut down with the glass of Asti sitting in front of me. Kristian made it home for after dinner, hauling his booty in a plastic bag. Pat would soon be on his way, sans sister.

The snow picked up even more creating chaos on the street and the driveway deterring Pat’s family from enjoying treats. More tiramisu for us! Mom had made her decaf coffee which pleased Pat when he found out he wasn’t going to be up until 2 in the am, even though he would enjoy playing TH4 or GTA: Vice City. My brother was working on one of his figures, making a chain mail shirt out of the tiniest rings I’ve seen around. When he was done he was passing out at the table snoring away as his head tilted back against the wall.

I shoveled off the stairs and part of the walk, creating a path to his beast that he managed to get onto the driveway. Loaded up the vehicle with much less than with which they arrived, a very good thing. Sent them on their way saying goodbye but with hopes that I could meet them for breakfast the next day. Five minutes after they left, Shadow and Fee came out from their hiding since 9 that morning, 10 hours later. Crazy ass mofos didn’t have anything to eat or drink or use the litter box. The kitties gave my sister’s cat a laser pointer so he could have as much fun as they do. I think, however, my brother enjoyed torturing my cats more than they enjoyed the laser pointer.

It was a fantastic day overall, and the capper is when I would catch my father smiling at various points. He never smiles. Which reminds me, one of my gifts was a calendar of artwork by patients in a program my father is apart of. The cover art for the page was a painting my father did of sunflowers. No doubt it resembled my family, there was the center of the painting that was a large, beautiful sunflower, and off to the left was three little ones. No doubt the large one represents my mother and the three little ones represent us children. My mom even gave me a magnet of the painting for my fridge. I love magnets! It’s nice to have a little bit of my dad on my fridge now

03:40 PM

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