Dec. 25th, 2003 06:03 pm
Xmas Postmortem
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muckefuckMost satisfying moment: Glancing over and seeing my BIL avidly paging through the book I wasn't sure whether he would like or not at all.
Most frustrating experience: I spent a fun couple of hours researching my BIL's vacation photos on the Web so my sister could label them correctly in the album she made. We did pretty well--a few shots of the Pantheon ended up in the Vatican, I can't tell the Frankfurt opera house from the Viennese or a Pacino di Buonaguida from a Gaddi, but I rawked on Venetian palazzi and Florentine churches. However, there are a couple of photos of a truncated column base with figures in relief ascending in a spiral like on Trajan's or Marcus Aurelius' columns, but it's neither and it has brass doors. Even after two days of websearching, I am not on whit wiser as to WHAT THE HELL IT IS. BIL thinks it's in Florence, but he's not sure and I'm ready to tear my hair out.
Biggest relief: The gift that I had e. bring down (and purchase and wrap) for me turned out to be in the room I slept in. I don't know how I managed to overlook it during my increasingly desperate searches, but I did. And a good thing, too, since my sister was way generous with the prezzies.
Worst meal: Family Christmas party. The less said, the better.
Best stroke of luck: The cocktail shrimp that Mom bought on sale on Monday and I ate with her on Wednesday (quoth my sister, "You're such a good son") did not come back up today, so I figure I'm out of the woods.
Best surprise: When I called Nuphy today to wish him Merry Christmas, I found that Zompist and his wife were over visiting. They stayed the whole afternoon. Such good people!
Least successful attempted gift: At dinner the day that I talked my sister into making a special trip to Radio Shack so I could pick up an RF modulator for Mom, Mom casually mentioned that she had bought one already but hadn't gotten around to hooking it up. D'OH!
Most successful gift: The insanely dangerous livid green "gummy mace" that was the Christmas pickle gift. The Weihnachtsgurkenfinder, my BIL, immediately took it to my older nephew saying "Look at the tumour!" and he went insane. Bring it out and Awi dances around the room in an ecstatic trance yelling "YO YO! YO YO! YO YO!"
Happy discovery: Without too much trouble, me and my Mom can make polvorones that are 90% as good as the ones e. makes.
Most frustrating experience: I spent a fun couple of hours researching my BIL's vacation photos on the Web so my sister could label them correctly in the album she made. We did pretty well--a few shots of the Pantheon ended up in the Vatican, I can't tell the Frankfurt opera house from the Viennese or a Pacino di Buonaguida from a Gaddi, but I rawked on Venetian palazzi and Florentine churches. However, there are a couple of photos of a truncated column base with figures in relief ascending in a spiral like on Trajan's or Marcus Aurelius' columns, but it's neither and it has brass doors. Even after two days of websearching, I am not on whit wiser as to WHAT THE HELL IT IS. BIL thinks it's in Florence, but he's not sure and I'm ready to tear my hair out.
Biggest relief: The gift that I had e. bring down (and purchase and wrap) for me turned out to be in the room I slept in. I don't know how I managed to overlook it during my increasingly desperate searches, but I did. And a good thing, too, since my sister was way generous with the prezzies.
Worst meal: Family Christmas party. The less said, the better.
Best stroke of luck: The cocktail shrimp that Mom bought on sale on Monday and I ate with her on Wednesday (quoth my sister, "You're such a good son") did not come back up today, so I figure I'm out of the woods.
Best surprise: When I called Nuphy today to wish him Merry Christmas, I found that Zompist and his wife were over visiting. They stayed the whole afternoon. Such good people!
Least successful attempted gift: At dinner the day that I talked my sister into making a special trip to Radio Shack so I could pick up an RF modulator for Mom, Mom casually mentioned that she had bought one already but hadn't gotten around to hooking it up. D'OH!
Most successful gift: The insanely dangerous livid green "gummy mace" that was the Christmas pickle gift. The Weihnachtsgurkenfinder, my BIL, immediately took it to my older nephew saying "Look at the tumour!" and he went insane. Bring it out and Awi dances around the room in an ecstatic trance yelling "YO YO! YO YO! YO YO!"
Happy discovery: Without too much trouble, me and my Mom can make polvorones that are 90% as good as the ones e. makes.