It was definitely a week of the little things getting us by. So pretty!
I had planned on a quiet, reflective Christmas this year, but not this quiet. Christmas Eve, out of nowhere, my throat swelled, my nose congested, and my energy plummeted. Usually my body allows a few days for all this to develop, but this something took me down right quick. And usually I ignore a cold, going on about my business, but it seems not an option. I’ve only been out once in the last 48hrs—to buy two grapefruits, three oranges, six lemons, and four bottles of seltzer. Merry Christmas.
Though it’s sad not to be close to family and friends on xmas, there are phones. And frankly, I know so many who dreaded their holiday plans that I felt lucky to do my own thing.
Until I got sick.
But oh well. It was still a nice day. Yes, the title is probably better suited to those who sat around while various family members insulted everything dear—or worse—but it made you click, didn’t it. I chatted it up with loved ones and went through photos and opened a present or two, saving the rest for my birthday, and heard, long-distance, how my pressies went over. I love to use the last week of the year—my favorite—to reflect and relax. A bit more challenging when my head feels like it’s about to combust.
Yes, I am drinking liquids.
I had wanted to get so much done at home this week. But I will revel in what I accomplished this year, most immediately, the photo archive. I finished! On Thursday, I tagged the 9,087th photo. All my digitized images are there. I’m not done with everything. There are still a few projects I want to edit (e.g. the NGOs in Kazakhstan and Kyrgyzstan), and I’ve only posted some selects to January 2000 on flickr. There are also undigitized photos and travels not represented: Greece, Turkey, Egypt, India, Pakistan, Thailand, Poland, Czech Republic, Hungary, and so on, weren’t scanned for various reasons, only some of them tragic (missing negs).
Photo at upper right is of Santa in Jackson Heights, Queens.
I also saw my first Will Ferrell movie (Elf), then watched my boys, all festive in red, beat the Lakers. Definitely good for the immune system. 🙂 Happy holidays.
I cannot believe I am quoting a Fox article, but I am. Bill Reiter has confirmed my theory posited in ain’t i a woman, lebron, & akron concrete. Akronites still love LeBron. “The border [between Akron and Cleveland] matters.”
“LeBron is an Akronite—and there’s a huge difference between Akron and Cleveland,” Eric Vaughn says as he sips a beer in downtown Akron. “There’s a natural animosity between Cleveland and Akron, and I think everything that’s played out is an extension of that Cleveland-Akron axis.
“In the end, a dyed-in-the-wool Akronite would do exactly what LeBron did, every time.”
Like I said.
And this was written before LeBron rocked his game last night in Cleveland. It was beautiful. Žydrūnas wasn’t at his best, but he didn’t fuck up. And he’s been the most solid Heat player all season, so who cares if he didn’t score. An Akronite and a Lithuanian out in the world. Awwww.
Now, if the Heat can start playing like a team, well, that would be nice, too.
According to I (tire) Akron, from whom I stole this pic, LeBron James played his very first High School basketball game for St. V’s (where my mom taught) on this day, 11 years ago, December 3rd, 1999, against the Cuyahoga Falls Black Tigers (you know, as in Chryssie’s song My City Was Gone: “I went back to Ohio, but my pretty countryside, had been paved down the middle, by a government that had no pride, The farms of Ohio, had been replaced by shopping malls, and Muzak filled the air, from Seneca to Cuyahoga Falls, said A, O, oh way to go Ohio.”
Happy anniversary, Lebron. And nice work. Thanks for kicking Cleveland ass. And for giving Akronites something to be proud of again.