Why There’s No Christmas Card in 2011

I’ve been sending out Christmas cards since 1988, and this year it’s not happening. Since I’m a little “in my head” about it, and since I attach some significance to this tradition, and since a lot of people say they look forward to it every year, I feel the need to explain myself — even if nobody feels the need to hear it.

The short answer is I just didn’t get my shit together, didn’t get a picture I felt great about, and now that it’s December I don’t want to rush it, to put in all the time and effort and cost to send out 150 cards that I don’t feel that great about, just to keep a tradition going. So I’m taking a year off.

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How to Entertain an 11-Year-Old

I put up a post on Facebook that got a lot of interest andresponses. And somebody suggested I compile the comments into a list. Thequestion was, “How do you entertain a bored 11-year-old?”

I have a “little” with Big Brothers Big Sisters, andsometimes we (I) run out of ideas. My Facebook friends came through in style,and Roman has come up with some winners, as well.

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I am such a bachelor (with the New Apartment Blues)

I don’t mean that in some kind of “player” way, like I’m chasing the ladies around. But this morning I woke up and rolled out of bed — literally, since it’s just a mattress on the floor — and made coffee in my stovetop expresso thing, since that’s all I have. Walked past the pile of artwork that hasn’t been hung because I don’t have any hooks yet, and made some breakfast. That would be two eggs fried in butter (no butter dish, just a wrapper), in the $3.99 pan I got from Goodwill yesterday, stirred with a garage-sale wooden spoon, then eaten right out of the pan with the same spoon. It’s now 9:45 a.m. and I am still in my sweats.

A Portland Moment

This morning, I delivered self-published books to a New Seasons Market. Then I went in to shop and asked for dried cranberries, which I like in the Bob’s Red Mill hot cereal that I buy at Food Front. A staffer with a pierced nose recommended some local, sustainably-grown cranberries as being “nummy nummy.”

I walked outside with my rain hat on, because it’s about 42 and drizzly. On April 6. By the time I walk across the lot to Peets, which of course is full, no seats available, at 10 a.m. on a Wednesday, I have changed into my sunglasses. Continue reading “A Portland Moment”