Moom’s cheep xmas. People are always asking me what I want for Christmas. What I really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really want is three things. 1) A day of peace, hanging around tinkering in the kitchen, cooking for the Beach Urchins. 2) Going for a *walk* in Miller Woods or wherever in the mid-afternoon (hopefully with the Beach Urchins) to keep myself from going insane from hanging around the house all day. 3) A garbage dumpster in the driveway.*

Because I go through this pain every year, I started throwing out Christmas suggestions around Labor Day weekend. Supposedly people were writing those suggestions down somewhere or at least making mental notes about them. Except. What I am thinking? I am married to a man! Make mental notes? Hmmm… Anyway. Now it is only a couple weeks before Christmas and I am as frazzled as ever by work and life. What did I say I wanted for Christmas? I dunno. My camera threw an error message back in early October and I have been thinking about upgrading anyway but it has been fine ever since and lately I haven’t had time to take photos. I hate to vacuum (I mean I *really* hate to vacuum) and so the Roomba has always been an intriguing idea for me. I especially like the New Yorker cartoon where one cat says to the other, “I think I saw you on YouTube riding a Roomba”. But what if a Roomba doesn’t work out in my house? It would just be another expensive toy gathering dust.

Getting real. I have this looooovverly several year old MacBook here. It’s the one with the mailing tape around the edges. I notice that they don’t (?) make plastic cases any more. Wonder why… I can live with the mailing tape. What I can’t live with is the spinning beach ball. Because, folks, my beloved MacBook is filled to the brim. New hard drive? More memory? The technical expertise to surgically take apart my beautiful mailing-taped computer, upgrade its guts and put it back together? Why is that not a good gift? I dunno. I am sitting standing here wondering why not. Cheep? Prob’ly not. But it is cheeper than a new blasted MacBook Pro.

* We HAD a blasted garbage dumpster in the driveway after the tree fell on the house in 2008. That would be the second tree that we’ve had fall on the house. Did I throw anything into that very handy dumpster? NO! Why not? I DO NOT KNOW!!! Yiiiiy!!?!

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