Tomorrow I’m going down to my grandmother’s for lunch, and then coming back here to serve six people Christmas dinner. Tonight, my duty is to get the house cleaned up and ready for my parents to stay over for three days. We’re going to my cousin’s house for dinner on Christmas Day.
The menu here at Chez Anselm tomorrow:
It’s not a bad menu, as these things go. But the table still isn’t set, the dishwasher isn’t unloaded, and the house still isn’t completely vacuumed. Naturally, I realized I still had half -a-dozen things that I didn’t have, and had to go out on a second shopping trip. This turned into a much lengthier adventure than I had planned, since I met some folks while I was out who brought presents out for me, seemingly from nowhere. Geoff calls this an obligation in a hominid gift exchange, and so there was nothing to do but acquire presents for them. Aiee. And suddenly Christmas is more expensive by several dozen dollars.
I still haven’t done anything about Christmas cards.
There was a small miracle at the grocery store today. A new line opened up just as I joined another line that was three deep, and the new checkout-girl smiled at me. The woman ahead of me clearly wasn’t moving, so I jumped queue (I’ve been wanting to use this word for weeks and now I have) and seized the day and so on. Ten minutes later, and only forty minutes after I’d gone into the supermarket, I was on the way out again. It’s amazing that food for Christmas for six people costs more than what I would spend in groceries for six weeks. Admittedly, I eat on a weird schedule when it comes to buying my own food, but still, it was a lot.
The US government has moved anti-aircraft guns into the nation’s capital and more are on order for New York City. A top Pentagon official says that we are at “true orange” on the Homeland Security scale, and senior officials conducted a drill today in which they moved from their primary locations to secret reserve locations from which they could continue to operate the government.
This makes me think someone expects to be hit, and hit hard. Maybe it’s airplanes. Maybe it’s suicide bombers. Maybe it’s something else. There’s apparently a very interesting and secret story playing out tonight, and over the next few days, while a bunch of ordinary joes try to stop whatever is going on from happening. Eventually, we’ll see a movie of it where the guys are portrayed as bumbling fools or superheroes, depending on whether or not they fail or succeed.
It’s also possible that the whole thing was cooked by the White House to serve their own agenda, but I don’t think so. You don’t shuttle a bunch of top officials around in a drill and inconvenience Washington, DC to no purpose. Something is going on.