The Morning After
Apart from a potential breakfast of sinfully decadent caviar pie and varyingly shaped and colored nuts left over from last night, there isn't so much a feeling of today being the first day of a New Year, a year I so looked forward to coming to, after all the horridness of 2004. December particularly packed it in with misery and pain that normally go into a few year's worth of breaking news.
No, I will not go out and clean up in the garden just yet. There's some considerable amount of debris to clear up from our fireworks last night, which was totally not my idea but for which my husband insisted. I'm still tired from all that preparing, fixing and cleaning up, which makes me wonder how my in-laws were ever able to persuade me to host both Christmas and New Year's eve parties, knowing that I would only have one other person to help me on both occasions. I'm just gonna sit around here for awhile. Maybe my husband or kids, when they wake up, would want to do what I'm delaying to do just now.
So, how is one supposed to feel on New Year's Day, anyway?
I remember before when the holidays always bring about the gidiness of excitement for parties and good weather and bottoms out on New Year's day but sort of carries over till it's time to put away the Christmas tree, reluctantly, by day of Epiphany which I knew to be on January 6 until some busybody turned it into a moveable feast in recent years. If you ask me, I have a mind to take out my tree right now because I can't anymore stand to think that we are still not officially over this most unchristmasy season yet.
For some reason, somebody thought to turn the TV on last night and a few of us couldn't help but watch. The roller coaster ride of CNN's coverage of the grim hopelessness and wreck that is Banda Aceh, alternately, with the simultaneous coverage of a New Year's street party and simultaneous fireworks display from different parts of Metro Manila made me forget my intention to have dinner. Watching that on television gave me a sense that these things were happening in two different planets. It was totally wrong. I just feel that we were all shortchanged of our holidays because whatever good there was to it would all have already happened before December 26, the day after Christmas. And then, nothing else follows.
As I sit here, I still could not get over the horrific catastrophe that is the tsunamis, with the death toll steadily rising and possibly reaching, I hear, higher than 140,000. And here I am, managing a half-hearted breakfast of left-over caviar pie and varyingly shaped and colored nuts. Sinfully decadent, I know, but then, I can explain. I totally forgot to eat dinner last night.
Filed Under: Pain
No, I will not go out and clean up in the garden just yet. There's some considerable amount of debris to clear up from our fireworks last night, which was totally not my idea but for which my husband insisted. I'm still tired from all that preparing, fixing and cleaning up, which makes me wonder how my in-laws were ever able to persuade me to host both Christmas and New Year's eve parties, knowing that I would only have one other person to help me on both occasions. I'm just gonna sit around here for awhile. Maybe my husband or kids, when they wake up, would want to do what I'm delaying to do just now.
So, how is one supposed to feel on New Year's Day, anyway?
I remember before when the holidays always bring about the gidiness of excitement for parties and good weather and bottoms out on New Year's day but sort of carries over till it's time to put away the Christmas tree, reluctantly, by day of Epiphany which I knew to be on January 6 until some busybody turned it into a moveable feast in recent years. If you ask me, I have a mind to take out my tree right now because I can't anymore stand to think that we are still not officially over this most unchristmasy season yet.
For some reason, somebody thought to turn the TV on last night and a few of us couldn't help but watch. The roller coaster ride of CNN's coverage of the grim hopelessness and wreck that is Banda Aceh, alternately, with the simultaneous coverage of a New Year's street party and simultaneous fireworks display from different parts of Metro Manila made me forget my intention to have dinner. Watching that on television gave me a sense that these things were happening in two different planets. It was totally wrong. I just feel that we were all shortchanged of our holidays because whatever good there was to it would all have already happened before December 26, the day after Christmas. And then, nothing else follows.
As I sit here, I still could not get over the horrific catastrophe that is the tsunamis, with the death toll steadily rising and possibly reaching, I hear, higher than 140,000. And here I am, managing a half-hearted breakfast of left-over caviar pie and varyingly shaped and colored nuts. Sinfully decadent, I know, but then, I can explain. I totally forgot to eat dinner last night.
Filed Under: Pain
Tags: Banda Aceh, tsunami
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