If
there’s one thing I’ve learned in my long and storied career,
it’s how to put together a gift basket. Not to brag, but it’s
kind of my superpower. For one reason or another, gift-basketing has
always seemed to land on my shoulders, so over the years I’ve
developed some skill in that area. I know the right combination of
things to put in them and how to make them look nice. I have “a
touch.” Since I didn’t have any gift-basket duties at work this
holiday season, I was feeling a little bereft and decided to put
together a fruit-and-protein basket for the employees at my gym.
Those youngsters need to keep their strength up, and also, even
though I’m too shy to actually go up and initiate a conversation
with them, I have gotten to know them a bit just through seeing them
around all of the time and through the requisite hello’s and
goodbye’s. I wanted to say thank you. It’s a very nice little
neighborhood gym that has become somewhat of a second home to me, and
the tight-knit staff makes it a fun and friendly place. Operation
Fruit Basket went into full effect yesterday, complete with all
manner of bows and cellophane, and this morning I dropped it off at
the front desk. The two staffers at the desk broke into huge,
excited, perfect-toothed grins and thanked me profusely, which warmed
my heart. Success! That will be the full extent of my Christmassing
for this year.
I’ve
just started reading “Medallion Status” by John Hodgman, whose
book “Vacationland”
I reviewed here last
year.
“Medallion Status” is structured around
an interesting concept. It’s a series of vignettes about Hodgman’s
fleeting time as outsider in Hollywood after he became famous for
playing the PC in those commercials. The vignettes are framed
around his obsession with what he calls his “Beloved” airline and
his quest to achieve the highest Medallion Status possible through
frequent flyer miles. The stories are interesting and funny, but it’s
really his perspective that makes the book so compelling and unique.
“Medallion Status” offers the same poetic mournfulness and
sincerity
that “Vacationland” does, but I’m actually enjoying it bit
more. John Hodgman is a terrible fit for Hollywood and not all that
well-suited to acting work, so the stories are hilarious, and
the little weird moments replaying
his interactions with Hollywood A-listers paints a very surreal
picture of Tinseltown and fame. I’m only about a quarter through,
but I am very much looking forward to more.
In
health complaints: I
have
become chronically cold. This is not evidence-based, but I feel
that this Seattle winter has been unusually biting
and gloomy, and my office is always
cold
(except
when I turn on my radiator, at which time it turns into an unbearably
humid swamp.)
My computer room at home is cold because my desk is near the window
and the cold air creeps
in and
makes my fingers cold.
My co-worker had to give me
a
blanket to
wrap up in
at a meeting last week because I was really cold, and it wasn’t
even that cold in the room. No one else was cold. I have been taking
showers just to try to get warm. I do not like this chronic coldness.
As I type this, my fingers are icy and I am wrapped up the warmest
hoodie I own (the one from FEMA school with the cobra on it, which I
love.) I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I want July
back. I want to turn my face to the summer sun and bask in the warmth
of an
85-degree day. But,
I shall have to shoulder on until then...with a shawl around said
shoulders.
Until
summer returns, enjoy this really quite pleasant song from Sarah
McLachlan:
--Kristen McHenry
1 comment:
Wonderful post, Kristen. And I love Sarah McLachan!
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