apricot slice and rum balls. only for christmas.
So there’s this six weeks of holidays ahead of me, and on the second day I wake up at the same time as Dan trots off for work and wonder exactly how I can waste these six weeks. And at 8am on a Tuesday morning, I am wasting these days as predictably as possible. It is a combination of couch, Triple J radio, my laptop, a rapidly cooling coffee, and a rapidly warming ambient temperature. My laptop is making me cheerful as I got it back from service yesterday and it almost feels like a new computer. It feels positively luxurious to sit anywhere I want and not have to charge the battery for a whole four hours. Also, the keyboard has been completely replaced, to fix an unusable delete key. Although the layout is the same, the keys feel like they have slightly more resistance to them, and they sound different, and they are soo shiny and white again, and I don’t have to use Shift-Option-Arrow to highlight and delete things. I have a single key dedicated to it again. And oh my gosh I just realised that my arrow buttons have been upgraded to have PageUp and PageDown functions. It’s like Christmas has come, one week early.
Christmas and the production of rum balls are inextrictably linked for me. This year, I borrowed (stole) mum’s food processor, so rum balls are so much quicker. I then tried apricot slice, which had Dan declaring Delicious at the smell of apricots and honey simmering on the stove. I thoughtfully made him a small batch without sultanas (he has his weird food things, I have mine), and as I offered him one for dessert he sniffed I don’t like apricots either. Undeterred, the food production line is about to go into Christmas overdrive, with gingerbread, shortbread, toasted museli and an unnamed special treat for the food-challenged boy.
I hope the new camera I purchased last week is going to get used for more than just Martha Stewart Miss Homemaker food photos. I’m about to become One Of Those Nikon D-SLR nerds. I have to admit I only purchased it because I wanted to use a wide-angle lens while taking rock climbing photos on the upcoming annual Blue Mountains trip, and well with a hefty-sized holiday loading in my last pay packet, the well-priced Nikon D40 was mine immediately.
When not avoiding outside trips to take photos, I will be avoiding making eye contact with my book pile, which has transmogrified from a pile to a big carry bag so it doesn’t tip over. It looks like travelogues, biographies and favorite novels for the next few weeks. I don’t think I’ll be able to get through them, so am already wondering what can be sacrificed out of the 20-strong queue. I’d had ambitions to delve back into the Sandman comics, but I so don’t think that’s happening.
My laptop battery is still on 43% and while the temperature has not turned out as warm as expected, the fan has been turned on. I exchanged my cold coffee for a passionfruit yoghurt, and while I have put on makeup, I still haven’t gotten dressed.
