Merry Christmas to all. It’s a cold, windy day here in the Boston area. Unfortunately it’s not white out. According to the weatherman we only get a while Christmas once every four years.

It’s the only day that I actually like to see snow.

It was a nice day overall, although I’m exhausted. I worked my tail off from the time we finished unwrapping presents until I got home at nine o’clock.

I arrived at my mother’s at 11.15. She mad a snide remark about "I didn’t think you were coming." Sigh. Last night she told me not to get there until one. Thank God I didn’t take her at her word!

So we opened gifts. I got a new boom box, which is what I had asked for before I knew about the ring. It’s even got a CD player, although I hadn’t requested that. I just needed the radio and tape player, so the addition of the CD was quite nice.

I wanted this to take to school or to put in the back room, which I plan to organize and pull together during this vacation so I can USE it for more than just storage.

My brother gave me the new Michael Feinstein CD, which I had asked for, and a gift certificate for Barnes and Noble.

The stocking contained the usual health and beauty aid stuff.

I think my mother liked the things I had chosen for her from my father, but it’s hard to tell. She kept complaining that there was too much. Oh well. What else am I supposed to do when he gives me all that money?

My father is harder to read. I guess he liked what we got, but I have no idea really. It saddens me to watch him. He just can’t do anything, and he must be ready to die of boredom.

Once the gifts were done, I headed for the kitchen. My mother had put in the turkey and had made the sweet potato casserole, but that was about it. I ended up making the rest of the dinner. I chopped squash, peeled potatoes, peeled onions and tried to stay ahead of the dishes. Eventually the potatoes and squash were mashed and the onions were creamed. I cooked the casserole and got the turkey out of the oven.

Somehow I managed to get everything done at the same time. I’m always amazed when that happens.

My mother kept commenting on my efficiency. Funny. I didn’t feel very efficient.

Dinner was swell. I think we all enjoyed it. I was already pooped, but I had yet to get to the clean up. That’s the part I hate the most, and seems to take forever.

I think I finished at about three thirty. Might have been earlier. I was ready for a nap. Now in the midst of all this cooking and cleaning I was also doing my laundry. I can never pass up the opportunity to use an available washing machine, particularly when I have a ton of laundry that hasn’t been done. So I was running up and down to the basement to try to get all that done as well.

I successfully shrunk my bathrobe. I shouldn’t have put it in the dryer, but didn’t have the space to drip dry it. Oh well. It’s now knee length instead of floor length.

I played solitaire on my mother’s computer for a while, instead of napping.

Finally at 7.30 it was time for "food round 2" which consisted of hors d’oeurvre and dip type things. Once that was done I packed myself a care package of leftover and went home.

Lugging all the stuff up to the third floor where I live is always a pain. It took several trips, mostly because of all the laundry.

I called Cathy as soon as I go t in, as she had wanted to get together for lunch tomorrow. When I called she was hemming and hawing about going it. That irritated me. It’s her idea. Believe me, I can do without a day out. This place is SCREAMING for a cleaning and I’m bound and determined that it’s going to get done.

Now it’s time to make the bed and enjoy a relaxing episode of Iron Chef.

Ho ho ho.

I haven’t heard from Michael. I’m hurt. It wouldn’t have killed him to wish me a Merry Christmas.

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