The Thursday before Christmas was my last day of work before the four-day-weekend and also one of the warmest December days in my memory. The temperature was in the high fifties and it was glorious, especially compared to the weather we’ve had this week (It felt like it was in the single digits on Tuesday, which was disgusting).
As soon as I arrived home from work that day, Jon and I grabbed my camera and Texie and went for a nice little walk in a park nearby, while it was still light out. This bridge passes over the same canal that I discussed here, only it’s about two miles up/down canal. The bridge is relatively new development to the park- it was only built within the last year and I love it. It reminds me of Monet’s bridges that he painted, only not as nice. I also kind of have a thing for walking bridges. I don’t like the ones I have to drive over, but if their somewhat small, and just for people, not for cars, then I’m enamored. If I could, I’d collect bridges. I secretly dream of having one in my garden, but that will most likely never happen so I’ll just have to search them out in the parks around where ever I end up.
I’d also like to note, that I definitely didn’t need to be wearing my coat, but once it gets cooler I always wear a coat, even when we have unusually warm days. However, if I know it’s going to be above forty five degrees, I also wear a skirt, because I love them. To comment on my outfit, I’m not really a fan of the mustard skirt/green and blue plaid coat/grey tights/ brown boots combination. I may have been thinking “50 degrees, MUST WEAR SKIRT,” when dressing, without considering how things would look together. It’s okay though, because I wore my fabulous anthropologie headband, and whenever I wear that headband (read: every-other-day) no one even notices my clothing, because the headband is so awesome. It was definitely a lovely walk, bad outfit included.
This year my Christmas was quite different from all the other Christmases I’ve experienced. My family was scattered, my parents were in Florida with my aunt and uncle, my sister remained in Maryland and spent the holiday with her boyfriend and his family, my brother went to the Hamptons and visited with my aunt, uncles, and nonna, while I stayed home and spent time with Jon and his family. I won’t lie, it made me a bit of a Scrooge and I may have gotten ridiculously upset at Jon for a very silly reason on Christmas day. (Sorry!) But when all is said and done, I have some lovely memories from this holiday season. It definitely wasn’t perfect, or the same as the past, but different isn’t always worse.
Jon and I made a quasi-traditional Italian Christmas Eve dinner for his (Jewish) family. It was nice to share a snidbit of my tradition with them. Usually, for Christmas Eve, my entire family is at my Uncles’ apartment in Manhatten. I help my uncle cook the Italian feast of seven (usually more like 12) fishes. Since most of Jon’s family doesn’t like fish, we just did three kinds; my go-to cod recipe, Jon’s awesome scallops, and I tried my hand at Mussels fra diavolo. Unfortunately, Jon and I were so busy cooking everything, I didn’t take any photos of the food or the process. Mostly, it was delicious, although definitely not perfect. My favorite part of the evening, was when while his mom and her boyfriend cleaned up, Jon and his brother played scrabble with me! I love scrabble, but no one ever wants to play with me. I think Jon felt sorry for me so he made the evening extra special, by taking out the Scrabble board. Of course, I won, in the above photo, do you see the smug look on my face as I write down my score?
People don’t play scrabble with me, not because they don’t like scrabble but because I’m not fun to play “Thinking games” with. In my freshman year of college, in our honors dorm, we played scrabble constantly for over a month, until the fateful day when I swore I’d never play with one individual again. I’m not sure exactly what happened, but I think he, like me, was a sore winner/loser and the game just blew up in our faces. I may have stormed out of the room and all the way up to my own dorm. The memory is kind of foggy so that part may not have happened but it’s not entirely unlikely. Now that I think about it, I’m surprised I still had friends after that.
And lastly, I cannot mention Christmas without showing you my new best friend, Shirley. She’s so pretty my mom even allows me to keep her on the counter in the kitchen! (Which is really great because she’s also a wee bit heavy.) She was gifted to me by Jon, his mom and his grandma and I couldn’t be more thankful. She is exactly what I wanted.
Kudos to you if you read this entire post. Now it’s your turn for an overshare… Do you share my love of walking bridges and fear of driving ones? Was your holiday different, but still enjoyable? Have you ever been a part of an Italian 7 Fishes Dinner? (Do you know why there are seven fishes?) Are you a terrible person to play scrabble with like I am? (Would you risk playing scrabble with me?) Did you get an awesome gift that you really wanted for Christmas? and lastly do you name your major kitchen appliances?