So here we are, it's almost Christmas.
It smelled like it about 3 months ago when our stores started already stuffing up the shabby spaces with glittery kitsch reminding us that there are hardly 3-4 months left until the event.
I am bored with the "Christmas Spirit" usually through mid September, thanks to the decorations and advertisements and all the rest.
By the mid December I become totally immune to the whole thing.
This season would have been a good time for blogging if it wasn't for my bloody bursitis - who would have thought that one can stretch a hand out towards a printer at work and almost paralyze with pain.
Life is full of surprises.
Bad ones usually.
It would have not affected me much if it was the left arm, but I am a predictable person and therefore - right handed.
Apparently that is my talented hand/arm/wrist.
Now if they say that talent is in the brain - well brother, that doesn't seem to be the case. I did stretch my brain many times and nothing bad happened.
I stretched my arm only once towards that printer and look what happens!
If the talent was in my brain, ha! I would be able to paint the town red every day but here's the truth - my arm and hand are those in charge here and when they are hanging limp along my hip, I cannot even feel that I have such appendices. But try to lift them a bit higher than the height of my elbow - gosh, no way any artistic creation would telepathically appear on a bi-dimensional surface, no matter how intensely would my brain think about it.
Now Santa could bring me a good shoulder to attach to my arm, but I am embarrassed to ask such a thing at my age. Therefore I am seeing this nice physiotherapist, a gal and a half. She's just tiny and slender and does not look like much, but boy, she's one sadistic creature. The way she massages my shoulder and arm I'm pretty sure that she could have got herself a much better job with the Inquisition if she only had a chance to live in the Dark Ages.
Otherwise she's smart and funny and I wish I was one of her generation, she's the type of girl I would have loved to hang around with about...Well, some years ago. Just the type of girl you want to go to have a drink and a gossip with.
Christmas in town here where I live is not any different than it was last year. People are bustling and hustling around already buying stuff (cheap and ugly and insignificant stuff usually made in China) for their dearly beloved ones.
Christmas here, compared to the Nesblandian Christmas is too warm (in a climatic way) and totally insignificant. The fuss around it is enormous and the publicity is the same, but when the day comes, nothing happens really. No fun, no parties, no nothing. Christmas Eve night comes and people go to bed at 9. By 11 or 12 at night they all snore in their usual beds like any other day. Then Christmas day comes and they all gather together with their families to argue/gossip and get drunk and that's about it.
In Nesblandia 2 days before Christmas everybody was baking and cooking for the guests. Christmas Eve was a great occasion to get together with all our friends and party and eat and drink until 5 in the morning. Before midnight we all exchanged presents - and believe me - none of them were made in China.
Then the next day we all slept late and at lunch we went and eat with the family and in the evening we got together with the same mob we spent the Christmas Eve and finished the goodies left over from that night and drank the rest of the wine we could not cope with that first night.
It was fun. It was memorable.
We never started it in September with the preparations or the shopping, we did that in December. It helped to built up the spirit so to speak.And that's why we had the guts and the will to party and celebrate it. We were waiting a whole year for it, not just 8 months, you know.
Not that I give much about religious holidays at all, but it was a nice way to have a bit of a holiday then just before a new year came and was fun to celebrate it with friends (mostly) and family (just a tad, so we won't have to hate each other for another year).
The programs on TV were really special then - just for Christmas. Extremely festive and cheerful - lots and lots of comedy and laughter. Carols too, but not to the point to make everybody fell like in church 24 hours a day.
Nothing of the regular shows were on, unless they had something christmasy in them - there was a continuous Christmas show for two days and two nights for all tastes and ages, and that took away the kids of the parents backs too.
The snow also took care of that. Everyone was skating and sliding.
But that's long gone now. I can hardly remember it and to be honest, it was too much fun to want to remember it now here, where everybody goes to bed at 9 and we hardly can make any real friends. Coz' we're not really good at small-talk...
So, we start Christmas preparations here just after 31 of August now! How jolly!
The Christmas trees smell nice -like petrol, the decorations are made out of mostly compressed Styrofoam(they always fade away by the next year, no shine, no freshness in them really, they look 2 years old when you buy them already ) and at 10 pm Christmas Eve, the streets are dead and deserted.
Lucky me, I have a bursitis to look after and take my mind off it all.
Jolly good!
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