New lang syne
Happy New Year! What did you do to celebrate? Did you make any resolutions?
We have resolved to escort our Christmas mouse (or “moose,” as we tend to call it, because it amuses us) out. Actually, it seems to be more than one mouse, as is generally the case. I bought some humane traps because the springy ones freak me out. But they didn’t work. It was basically a mouse diner. So Mr. Spy went out and bought a bunch of the classic wood and steal ones. I have refused to have anything to do with them because a) they scare me and b) I don’t want to see the dead mouse. I don’t want them in my kitchen, but they are cute and I feel sorry for them.
But since the first one, the wily mice have been grabbing the peanut butter off the trap without setting it off. So currently, Mr. Spy is in the next room attempting to tie bait to the traps with dental floss. It is a comedy of errors. I am just trying to stay out of the line of fire.
Other than mouse warfare, we had a fairly placid and pleasant holiday. We went to Chicago for a week and stayed in my mother-in-law’s old room, which we thought might be a little weird, but was actually pretty nice. It was reassuring to be around so much family at the annual Christmas Eve party. There are two new babies in the family. And there are two weddings coming up this year, one of which is the first same sex wedding in the family, which made for some entertaining conversations, particularly with the older generation. Life goes on. We all mourned the loss of my mother-in-law’s famous kolachkes, a staple of the Christmas party for I don’t know how many years. There were plenty of alternatives. And we missed the kolachke just like we missed my mother in law. We talked about how wrong it seemed that they weren’t there. And we rejoiced in the rest of the dessert table, in all the lovely things that were still there.
We spent the second week of vacation at home. And while we were kind of driving each other crazy in this small space, which seemed even smaller after spending a week in a real live house, we all kind of enjoyed it.
And I read a really good book — Stoner by John Williams — which I received in the annual office Secret Santa book exchange.
I survived my first week back at work. It was mercifully light on meetings, in part because my boss is now back from maternity leave and I get to hand some things back. I have, however, forgotten how to sit for 8 hours a day, and have taken to prowling around the floor and occasionally doing yoga in my office, which I very much hope that no one can see through the frosted glass wall. Some good things have happened to people who really deserve them. And some people whom I like very much are leaving for greener pastures. There are no kolachke but there is coffee and the occasional beer. I’ll take it.