and I are at my parents’ house. We’ve been expecting that we were going to sleep in two different rooms tonight, owing to parental prudery or whatever, and I was going to stay in my old room and she would stay in the guest room. Well… it’s not quite like that. My dad’s turned my old room into an office, and so and I are staying in one room with twin beds. We’re separated, sorta, but together, sorta…. it’s an interesting arrangement, and Mom is making a big deal about it NOT being a big deal. She’s steadily and steadfastly ignored it since we arrived early today.
I got many good presents from my parents — two new sweaters, a tie, a tie rack, some postcards with my name on them, a new pen, a glue stick pen, an exacto knife, a blank journal from Venice, a couple of interesting-looking books, a new travel bag, and some other cool stuff. It’s a nice collection of things that don’t really matter much, but demonstrate some care and concern on mom and dad’s part about what I actually do with my time.
This afternoon, my parents had some of their old friends from the neighborhood stop by for tea, cookies, and cheese. We sat around and talked, and I got to expound on ancient history, one of my favorite topics. We’re about to sit down to a late supper of tomato soup, crackers, and cheese, so this is the end of this entry, but and I are planning on being in Worcester tomorrow for dinner with and , and afterward for poetry with all the gang. We’re hoping to see you, too, , but we’ll understand if you’re… occupied.
Merry Christmas, everyone.