Christmas card update: BY FAR the most cards arrived yesterday, the 16th. I now have a nice border around part of a doorway.

Some Christmases involve a lot of quiet reading of Christmas books by the lovely light of the Christmas tree, and other Christmases involve roadrunner legs spinning somewhat less than merrily, and for me this Christmas has been one of the latter kind. I am trying to enjoy it for what it is, instead of feeling as if Christmas is not as good and/or will always be like this. This year maybe it’s hard to fit in the lovely-light readings of the Christmas books; so what? Next year those books will be fresher for having had a rest year. This year maybe I didn’t do much baking; so what? Other years have been big baking years, and that was fun but it doesn’t have to be like that every single year. This year maybe we haven’t watched as many Christmas movies; so what? Last year we watched a ton of them, so maybe last year was a Christmas-Movie Christmas and this one just isn’t, and that’s fine! A few things are arriving late, so I will have to wrap little slips of paper. Who cares? So what? Christmas is not ruined! It’s fine!

This year maybe I’ve had to pay the Christmas Tax a few times: spending more for gifts/shipping because I put things off too long and then needed to fix it with money. So what? Most years I don’t have to do that; most years I save money on sales and deals; most years I ship in plenty of time. The money saved those years helps cover this year.

This year I dropped the ball a couple of times, or else a shipper did, and I had to make silly inefficient drives just to get one single thing—like driving 40 minutes each way to buy a gift card in person, because I’d ordered it online on November 20th and it still hadn’t arrived or even shipped, and the online retailer was like “Huh, weird!” and their only proposed solution was to give me a refund. But listen, it got FIXED! It may have been silly, it may have been a waste of time, it may have been frustrating—but now it’s DONE and I have the gift card.

This year I made more than the usual number of decisions to do things in a non-preferred way, in order to save time and/or mental energy. Normally I prefer to spend a lot of time carefully choosing gifts for Paul’s sister, and then have them shipped here so I can wrap them festively and tuck them into a box with little festive treats tucked into the gaps. This year I opted to have some less-personally-chosen things shipped directly, because I couldn’t seem to get it together, and because I was feeling stressed about it instead of the usual excited. That’s fine! It’s fine! I cared a little to miss out on doing that, but I didn’t care a LOT, and if she cares at all she probably doesn’t care a lot either; and the relief of crossing that entire set of tasks (ordering! wrapping! box-finding! festive-treat-tucking! taking the whole thing to UPS and standing in line!) off of my To Do list was considerable.

And so on. I am trying to focus on the things I am Getting!! Done!!, because that’s a good feeling, and better than the feeling that I am LATE, I’m LATE, it’s all so LATE!! Today I mailed Rob’s Christmas box, which was not as extensive a box as I’d planned, and was more expensive than I’d intended because one of the items was on the bulky side; but that’s okay because Done is better than Perfect, and because probably the relative simplicity is what he would in fact prefer, and because larger things just cost more to ship and that’s all there is to it. If it doesn’t get there by Christmas I will be very, very stressed and sorry, but let’s just focus on the fact that NOW it is out of my hands and on its way. Also, I had some other miscellaneous stocking things shipped directly, so at least he’ll have THOSE. And probably the package WILL arrive in time.

WALL CALENDAR TIME.

It is a much shorter post this year. I think it must be that fewer and fewer people use wall calendars, so there are fewer options: I kept getting search results that looked good but turned out to be calendars from previous years. And I find I am more willing, at least this year, to Pick Something without spending as much time on it.

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Esté MacLeode calendar. I saw that there was a new one of these, and if I hadn’t had this post to write, I probably would have just put it in the cart and checked out. It was a few years ago that I dithered too long and missed it, and two years ago that I bought one, and I would be really happy having one by this artist again. Just nice and cheery and pretty.

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Feline calendar (Terry Runyan). This is another one I’ve had before and could be happy just re-buying.

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Redouté calendar. I consider this one each year. This year’s images would go particularly well with (1) the color of my kitchen walls and (2) my resolution for the new year to finally choose a botanical tattoo and actually acquire it.

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Art Deco Fairytales calendar. This is more emotional intensity than I want first thing in the morning in the kitchen with my coffee, but it caught my eye.

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Nathalie L’ete Woodland Dreams calendar. I LOVE THIS. I LOVE THIS. I LOVE EVERY SINGLE THING ABOUT THIS (except maybe September; what is happening with September) and was in fact about to go ahead and buy it before even finishing this post—but I double-checked the squares, and they’re less than half of the calendar. I really, really need the squares space.

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Floral Ink calendar. This seems refreshingly simple, and restful for the eyes.

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Joyful Landscapes calendar. I was braced for cheesy, and/or perky sayings, but it looks pretty and colorful.

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Klimt landscapes calendar. I had this one for 2022; I don’t want it a second year in a row, but would consider again another year. It was pleasing to look at. A lot of green.

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This Is My Bookstore calendar. I need a better look at some sample pages.

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Cats and Books calendar. This is relevant to my interests. I wish they hadn’t sacrificed square-size to make the name of the month so huge: I (usually) KNOW what MONTH it is.

As usual, I would be interested to know what YOU are going with for a wall calendar this year, if you use a wall calendar.

Elizabeth has “page-a-day calendar” on her Christmas wish list, and I need a new one for my desk. When I first started buying these for myself, it was mostly just for a fun little daily desk activity; but now I find them extremely useful—not just to tell me what day it is, but also I use the backs of the old pages as scrap paper (usually for Wordle and for to-do lists), and I also flip ahead to future pages to write reminders-I-need-to-see-while-at-my-computer (“renew library books,” “choose contest winner,” “happy birthday email to Melissa”).

Elizabeth specifies for her calendar: “something like art or poems, NOT quotes.” I too like art and prefer to avoid quotes, but also I don’t think I’d like poems. Well, there are at least a couple of art options to choose from!

Workman Art page-a-day Gallery calendar:

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The Met 365 Days of Masterpieces day-to-day calendar:

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A couple of times I’ve had an art-a-day calendar where the pages were double-sided, which is very nice for paper conservation and not as nice for scratch paper.

Thoughts of Dog day-to-day calendar. I like this Twitter account, but I don’t like it as much with that font and those drawings:

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We Rate Dogs day-to-day calendar. I follow this Twitter account, too, and I like the look of this calendar a lot more:

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Cartoons from The New Yorker day-to-day calendar. I have had this calendar before and I don’t remember it well but I remember being perfectly happy with it. Reliable mild humor, sometimes veering Boomerward.

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Workman 365 Cats page-a-day calendar or Cat Gallery page-a-day calendar. I’ve had quite a few cat calendars and this year I had the dog one, so I am feeling a little tired of this idea but on the other hand they’re always pleasing.

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Audubon Birds page-a-day calendar. Oh BIRDS though! I haven’t had a birds one yet!

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1,000 Places To See Before You Die page-a-day calendar. The title makes me a little stressed, but I had another travel calendar before and it’s really just a bunch of pleasant pictures of someone else’s vacation, with little descriptions in case anything catches your eye and you want to know more. I find that while the title makes me feel pressured to go do a lot of traveling I don’t necessarily want to do, the calendar itself makes me feel as if I now HAVE IN FACT seen those places before dying, in that I have seen the pictures in the calendar.

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Atlas Obscura page-a-day calendar. Similar concept, less pressure.

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Wanderlust box calendar. Similar concept, less pressure AND less reading.

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Farmer’s Almanac everyday calendar. Maybe! Could be an interesting eclectic assortment! Could be a lot of boring stuff! Hard to say! The sample page about conditioning hair with mayonnaise gives me pause.

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Shoes Gallery page-a-day calendar. I got this calendar one year on a whim and it was surprisingly pleasing. You don’t have to be like that book I read where a male author wrote a female point of view and it was all “Shoes shoes hot guy shoes shoes hot guy!,” which, as if. You can just appreciate interesting pictures of interesting shoes.

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Paper Airplane fold-a-day calendar. This isn’t a candidate for Elizabeth or for me, but I got this one year for Paul and he liked it. Maybe I’ll buy it for him again this year.

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Living Language Spanish day-to-day calendar. Again not for Elizabeth or me, but Henry has “fun Spanish-learning things” on his wish list. (If you have other ideas DO TELL!)

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Pokémon day-to-day calendar. I don’t mind telling you that I have become re-obsessed with playing Pokémon Go on my phone, so this catches my eye.

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Oh, Simon’s Cat! I remember Simon’s cat!

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Animal Crossings New Horizons day-by-day calendar! We played so much of this in the early days of the pandemic!

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Hamilton day-to-day calendar. Perhaps this is relevant to your interests.

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Bob Ross: A Happy Little Day-to-Day calendar. It is perhaps indicative of my current-long-term frame of my mind that I saw this calendar and immediately got weepy.

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I just impulsively put together a seasonal/December/pre-Christmas care package for Rob, my eldest who is living far away and not coming home for Christmas this year. My goal was to get it shipped for free from Target, which meant hitting $35—but I didn’t want to go too much over, because this was impulsive. I succeeded in this goal: the total was just over $37.

My other goal was to send things that would not overly oppress him: he doesn’t want Too Much Stuff, he doesn’t want Too Many Sweets. These preferences can be challenging for a parent who loves Stuff and Sweets, and who inclines towards showing love through those things; also, he IS just starting out in a new place with only what he could carry in his airplane luggage, so my hope is that SOME, SMALL number of things will still be useful. My other hope is that by this point in adulthood or by a point sometime soon he will have taken on board a sense of Middle Ground, and that we can come to an arrangement where I dial my shopping/lavishing inclinations wayyyyyy back, AND tactfully/completely fail to notice/care if he keeps the items; and where HE accepts the items in the loving parental spirit in which they were intended, AND finds friends or a local charity to take anything he doesn’t want.

…I am looping back to edit this section after posting only the very first thing that I purchased, because it is clear to me as I try to select a second item to post that although I DID dial things way back, I did NOT succeed in not sending Stuff. I just didn’t. It reminds me of a scene from the book Life with Father by Clarence Day, where he is describing the spending habits of his mother, and he says something about how after she had kept herself from buying nine simply divine teacups, it didn’t seem so very terrible to give in and buy the tenth. I felt at the time I was assembling the care package that I was showing enormous restraint by NOT sending all the things I WANTED to send, and there were SO many things I REMOVED from the cart—well, but now I see I will be lucky if he doesn’t sigh over the waste before bringing the whole parcel to Goodwill. Well!! If so, there will be someone at Goodwill who benefits, and how nice!

Here is what I sent, if you have someone similar to send an impulsive and perhaps unwise Christmas care package to—or perhaps you have someone who DOES like Stuff and Sweets!

Mrs. Meyer’s Iowa Pine hand soap. I started with this because I buy it every year. And it’s consumable/useful, so I hope it will not oppress the little minimalist; but I hope it will also smack pleasantly of December and Christmas and home.

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50ct white Christmas tree lights. It is just a WEE little string of them! Like what you’d have in a college dorm room, or even littler than that! And they tend to stop working after a couple of years anyway!

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Cotton pug kitchen towel. I’d bought one of these for myself and liked it even better than I’d expected. And everyone needs kitchen towels! And I only bought ONE, when I’d wanted to buy him TWO (I would have gotten a different design as the second towel, for variety). And I DIDN’T buy him the coordinating bathroom hand towels OR the coordinating mug!

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Just one single melamine Christmas plate. NOT two different ones for variety, as I would have preferred. And also, I’d WANTED to buy him the Christmas-tree-shaped one, but Paul said if I wanted there to be any chance of him keeping it, it would HAVE to stack with his other plates, and I saw the wisdom of that and COMPROMISED.

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Candy cane napkins. He uses cloth napkins AND his favorite color is green!! Also: I had already bought a pair of these for my household (along with another kind, for variety), then realized they’d be perfect for him and set one of them aside to include with his Christmas box—but then the total was just under $35, and the napkins were on sale for $3.50; and this way he can use them through the Christmas season instead of not starting until Christmas.

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Snack pack of Pepperidge Farm Christmas cookies. Just one lil individual snack-pack of cookies, not a full pack, and not the entire cute polar-bear-themed sewing-kit tin of cookies I would have sent a child who liked more sweets! And no second thing of cookies, for variety! And no Christmas candy!

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One single serving of Ghirardelli hot cocoa mix. Not a whole box, even though a whole box would have had eight times as much for three times the price! And no cocoa toppers, or marshmallows, or what have you! Just one austere little packet!!

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Holiday flannel sheet set. OKAY I UNDERSTAND WHAT I’VE DONE, YOU DON’T HAVE TO INDIRECTLY SCOLD ME WITH STORIES ABOUT HOW YOUR MOTHER NEVER LISTENS TO YOU WHEN YOU SAY YOU DON’T WANT ANY MORE OF THE UNWANTED STUFF SHE CONSTANTLY BURDENS YOU WITH, THIS IS NOT THE SAME THING AND YOUR MOTHER IS NOT TRYING AS HARD AS I AM. But also: he had a set of flannel sheets this same color that he used until they absolutely fell into scraps—and I got the ones that were more “pine trees, why not year-round?” and less CHRISTMAS CHRISTMAS ONLY CHRISTMAS. And he’s only lived in his new place since summer, so he might not HAVE flannel sheets yet. And they were on sale. And I took the sweet little three-pack of dressed birdies and nice little flocked trees out of the cart! I AM NOT EXCUSING I AM JUST EXPLAINING.

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You know what, I am turning this into a little Christmas/winter giveaway for someone who WOULD like to receive a box like this from their parent!! If you have a mailing address in the United States (it can be your address, or you can have me send it as a gift to someone you know in the U.S.), and you (or the someone you know) DOES like sweets and stuff, I will send you (or them) a VERY VERY SIMILAR box (I don’t want to promise EXACT, because things are selling out fast).

This is going to be a fast one, because of what I just mentioned in the parenthetical about things selling out fast: I will choose a winner tomorrow (Wednesday the 7th) evening sometime. To enter, leave any comment; I will follow up with the winner about whether the package should be Christmas- or Winter-themed. (I will also ask the winner if they have a twin-sized bed they’d like sheets for, in which case I will choose one of the available sets and it will be a surprise; if not, I will substitute some of the things I kept myself from sending Rob.)

(If you want to comment but DON’T want to enter, just add something about not wanting to enter.)

You were all so extremely helpful on the Co-Worker Holiday Gift post that I am STILL not entirely sure what to get for all my co-workers, because there are TOO MANY WONDERFUL IDEAS. I have jotted down my favorites, and will save this year’s non-used ideas for future years.

I found out today that there is a WORKPLACE HOLIDAY PARTY with a YANKEE SWAP. This should not have been a surprise to me, since this is my fourth holiday season at this workplace. But the first year, the party was for the same night as a friend party I’d already agreed to go to. And the second and third year there was a pandemic on, so I didn’t go. This year there is still a pandemic on, but I am going to go to the party.

I don’t know what THEY consider the rules of the Yankee Swap. I don’t know if MOST people typically bring joke gifts, though I know there is typically at least ONE joke gift (one year it was a Men in Kilts calendar; last year there was something no one would tell me about, saying “What happens at Work Party stays at Work Party”). There is no price range given for the gift. I am thinking…$30? $20? $25? Something in that vicinity.

William worked for the library before I did; and the two years he went to the party, he didn’t care what gift he brought, whereas I was extremely keen to choose for him. One year I sent him with one bag each of like six or seven different Pepperidge Farm holiday (CHRISTMAS) cookies, and I wrapped them in a long line (but side by side, not end to end) so the gift would be an intriguing shape; I liked how those were festive, but wouldn’t go stale anytime soon, so could be kept for after the holidays—or, if not wanted, could easily be handed out to others in a festive manner. The other year, I sent him with a big container of chocolate Christmas tree ornaments (SORRY NON-CHRISTMAS-CELEBRATING CO-WORKERS, I WAS NOT THINKING). I asked him just now what other gifts he could remember people bringing; he remembered a big gift pack of assorted Ghirardelli chocolate squares, and that’s it.

As with the small individual gifts, my main priority (now) is that it not scream CHRISTMAS, as there are KNOWN non-Christmas-celebrators among my co-workers. And once again, I am not taking into account food allergies, scent sensitivities, etc., as there are NOT any known issues among my co-workers. I am not ruling out book-related ideas, but on the other hand I feel like this group has already covered all the book-related ideas. Oh: and I need it in a week and a half, so it can’t be something I should have started on last week/month.

My real goal, my secret goal, is to WIN. However we define “win.” I want to WIN.

This does not, however, have to be a discussion just of “What Should Swistle Bring as a Workplace Yankee Swap Gift.” I would be JUST AS if not MORE interested in hearing what YOU bring and/or are bringing and/or have brought as a workplace-or-non-workplace swap gift; or about what OTHER PEOPLE have brought to your workplace-or-non-workplace gift swaps. ANYTHING you remember about what people brought, and what other people thought. What were the gifts people FOUGHT over? What were the really MEMORABLE gifts—good or bad? What were the good sturdy options? TELL ME EVERYTHING YOU REMEMBER

To add my own anecdote: the two gifts I’ve seen fought over at previous Yankee Swaps were BOTH throw blankets.

Tomorrow is the first day of December, which means even those of us who have been celebrating Tiny Secret Festive Season (TM Nicole, HI NICOLE) can begin to celebrate more largely and openly. Even I, with my feeling that Christmas begins when we WANT it to begin, feel happier wearing my Christmas earrings when the calendar says December and it’s time to open the first item in the Countdown-to-Christmas / Advent Calendar.

An aside: Do people who did not grow up Churchy Christian know the difference between Advent and Countdown-to-Christmas? This might be mildly interesting! Advent begins four Sundays before Christmas; so for example, this year Advent begins on… Oh. Wait. Christmas Day is on Sunday this year, and I can’t remember what happens in that case. Give me a second. Okay, so Advent began already, on Sunday November 27th, because Advent ends on Christmas Eve. So then you look at Christmas Eve and count back four Sundays to November 27th this time. Advent doesn’t line up with most advent calendars (generally they’re Countdown to Christmas calendars, which begin December 1st and end on Christmas Eve or Day), which makes some of us a little twitchy, but others of us have long since adjusted to the two different uses of the word Advent/advent. It’s like those Twelve Days of Christmas things that seem intended to be used like half a Countdown calendar, rather than as something you’d start on Christmas Day.

My family had an Advent candle thing, with a central candle to be lit on Christmas Eve, and four surrounding candles to be lit each Sunday of Advent. The church had one of these, too. Some denominations use a purple/pink/white color combination; my family and I think our churches always used red/white: red candles for the four Sundays, and white for Christmas Eve. I was looking at images online to jog my memory, and I see some arrangements don’t use a central candle; perhaps they don’t do the Christmas Eve one.

Anyway! It’s funny to grow up religious and thinking OTHER religions are full of weird things, and then NOT being religious anymore and realizing one’s OWN religion was JUST AS FULL of weird things! I liked the weird Advent candle thing. My childhood family used to make a paper chain with one link for each day of Advent, and each link had an activity written on the inside of it for each night of Advent: draw pictures of the nativity; look at family albums; decorate gingerbread houses; make Christmas cards for grandparents; sing Christmas carols—that kind of thing. We’d light that week’s Advent candle while we were doing the activity; if it were a LONG activity, we might not leave the candle lit the WHOLE time, since sometimes the first candle especially could get perilously low by the end of Advent.

We took the four younger children for passport renewals, which in this case were treated more like new passport applications because all four of them were under 16 for their first passports. Last time we went through the passport process, in November 2016, it was for all seven of us, and the passport application clerk told me he had never processed such a well-organized group. For years I have treasured that praise in my heart—and, foolishly as it turned out, was hoping for similar praise this time. Instead, I got no praise, I was unfairly rebuked, and I have very low confidence that the passports will be successfully processed.

The clerk (a different clerk) made enough obvious errors (including failing to notice that William is a legal adult and does not have to have a parent involved in his passport application) that it was hard to know if his corrections to my EXTREMELY CAREFUL work (with each person’s triple-checked pile of paperwork carefully sorted and separately binder-clipped) were valid. I had filled out the form online and then printed it; when you use that method (as opposed to filling out the whole form by hand), the site warns you VERY THOROUGHLY that once you print it, you CANNOT make manual corrections; if you find an error, you must go back and start the form over again. The clerk had me make manual corrections. Perhaps the form instructions mean “You may not make manual corrections UNLESS INSTRUCTED TO DO SO BY A PASSPORT ACCEPTANCE CLERK”—but in that case, it should SAY SO. Maybe it DOES say so! Maybe I SKIMMED! All I know is, I incorporated the DO NOT MAKE MANUAL CORRECTIONS information, and then was told to MAKE MANUAL CORRECTIONS.

Furthermore, when having me make manual corrections, the clerk didn’t first tell me that I could only draw a single line through any information I was correcting. So when I scribbled something out on my first attempt, he WINCED and then had me re-fill out THE ENTIRE FORM BY HAND—which, he was RIGHT that I needed to do that after scribbling, BUT THEN HE SHOULD HAVE FRONTLOADED THE INFORMATION ABOUT THE ONE SINGLE LINE THING. He knows VIVIDLY what the rules are, AND should have extensive experience with all the things that can go wrong; whereas most passport applicants do it only one time every 5-10 years and are NOT as clear on the details. I DID NOT KNOW it had to be one single line!! And what I was scribbling out was an “x” in a box: drawing one single line through one single letter looks ridiculous.

Also, the allegedly incorrect x was one the form put there FOR me, based on other information I provided: I did not put the x in that box. (It was the one about whether the passport is in your possession or being submitted with the application. I wouldn’t have known what box to choose.) And there were many other discrepancies between what the form said/did and what the clerk said/did. The online form said a phone number was optional; the clerk said it was required. The online form said that the name of the student’s school was optional; the clerk said it was required. The form said only that a photocopy of each kid’s and each parent’s driver’s license was required and that both sides of each license had to be on one side of one sheet of paper; the clerk said all relevant licenses for each application had to be photocopied together onto the same page. The clerk may very well have been 100% correct on every single point! But, first of all, it is so irritating/destabilizing when two representatives of the same process seem to offer different information; and second of all, why does this have to be such a baffling bureaucratic ordeal??? especially for a renewal!!! even if the person WAS under 16 last time!!!

All the way home, Paul, who works all day every day with computers and computer programs, was complaining: “WHY do they have you PUT IT INTO THE COMPUTER, then TAKE IT OUT OF THE COMPUTER, then PUT IT BACK INTO THE COMPUTER?? Why is a clerk WRITING CRUCIAL INFORMATION BY HAND onto the form?? Why do they seem to be taking EVERY POSSIBLE OPPORTUNITY to introduce human error into this??”

Well. It’s fine. It’s all fine. If the applications get kicked back, we’ll just go back and fix whatever was wrong, and I will hope for a different clerk.

I think the part that MOST bothers me is that the library where I work is a licensed passport acceptance station, so I could have dealt with my own highly competent and compassionate co-workers—except they are not allowed to process passport applications for family, friends, or co-workers. So we had to drive half an hour away and deal with Mr. No-Praise Wincy Pants.

Yesterday went approximately as predicted. I went to the grocery store, and although they did not have a couple of items I needed, they did have many other items I needed, and there is enough time to go again before Thanksgiving, and it made me feel better to get a start on things even though it’s not very efficient to go multiple times. And maybe when I go again, they WILL have the missing things and WON’T have some of the things I got yesterday.

Then after work I did my Target pick-up order—but first I went to HomeGoods, for therapeutic purposes. I walked slowly through the aisles and thought about buying things but did not buy those things. I also bought some things. Chocolate Christmas tree ornaments. A bag of Harry & David chocolate-covered dried cherries for my stocking. Two different Christmas dinner plates. Several rolls of Christmas wrapping paper. A bag of coffee grounds. Two of their big cute reusable Christmas bags.

Paul, by the way, keeps saying that there can’t be anything Christmassy until after Thanksgiving. No matter your philosophy FOR YOUR OWN SELF (that is, I am FULLY SUPPORTIVE of anyone’s decision to wait to start Christmas things until ANY point they personally prefer, including those people who wait until Christmas Eve; I personally have VERY STRONG FEELINGS about how Black Friday should WAIT FOR BLACK FRIDAY and NOT CONTINUE AFTER BLACK FRIDAY), I hope we can agree it’s pretty smacky to try to declare anything for other people. Oh, he is WELCOME to try to avoid Christmas ABSOLUTELY AS LONG AS HE LIKES! (And since he does about 2% of the Christmas prep, it is WELL UNDERSTANDABLE that he feels no need to get started with any sort of lead time!) But if I want to buy some Christmas things in even MID-JANUARY for the following Christmas, I am absolutely free to do that, is my stance. “And what’s it to you,” my stance continues.

Anyway, then I did the Target pick-up, and picked up Edward’s prescription. Then I came home and called the vet. This was not The Call—which is something I should have clarified earlier, given the cat’s Tender Condition. But…it is a precursor to The Call. The cat (this is the one who probably has lung cancer in addition to IBD and unpreventable kidney stones that will require regular expensive surgeries) has developed a brownish patch on his eye, which seems to be affecting the pupil in a disturbing way (i.e., pushing it out of shape). I needed to call because the cat is already seeing the vet next week for a check-up (and, presumably, To Talk), and what I needed to know was whether this new eye thing could wait until next week or if it needed to be seen more quickly. My concern was not the seriousness of the eye thing (delicate online searching reveals that in this case it is probably the cancer metastasizing), but rather whether it might be causing him pain, in which case I would want to whisk him in for…Talking, of one kind or another. I spoke to the receptionist, who asked a few pertinent and reassuringly competent-sounding questions and then put me on hold to consult a tech; she came back and said that the tech said it could wait until next week, but that we should call back if there is any discharge, if it seems to be bothering the cat, or if the cat seems to be having trouble opening/closing/blinking the eye. Which so far there is not, it does not, and he does not. I am hoping nothing happens over the Thanksgiving holiday/weekend; it does seem as if children and pets schedule their emergencies for such times.

This morning I woke up around 3:30 needing to pee, and then I lay awake thinking of all the things that needed to be done, and how stressed I was about them. Finally around 5:00 I decided to get up and do OTHER things. That is, at 5:00 a.m. I couldn’t get the Thanksgiving grocery shopping done, and I couldn’t take the car in for what needs to be done, and I couldn’t pick up Edward’s prescription, and I couldn’t call the vet about the cat. But I COULD spray bleach on the mildew that always settles in the seam of the shower, and I could put away the load of laundry I forgot in the dryer last night, and I could spray bleach in the gross toothbrush cups and let them soak, and I could put the bills out in the mailbox, and I could place a Target order for pick-up so that it would be ready when I went to pick up the prescription after work.

None of those things were the things I was lying awake agitating about, but it has gradually over many years managed to sink partially into my brain that doing ANY things that need to be done, even if they are not THE things that MOST need to be done, can reduce that terrible agitating feeling to the point where it is manageable—and in fact, even to the point where it makes it EASIER to do the things that DO need to be done. That is, I hate making phone calls—but somehow the momentum of spritzing the shower mildew and placing a Target pick-up order helps reduce my flapping levels enough that I think I will be able to call the vet this afternoon after I get home with the pick-up order and prescription.

And, because I got up early, and am all showered and dressed and scented delicately with bleach, I will have time before work to zip over the grocery store right when it opens and get the few Thanksgiving things I was most agitating about and couldn’t get in the pick-up order.