Post Holiday Slump

 

I think we should begin celebrating Boxing Day here.  After all the build up to Christmas, and then a fairly long and busy day on the holiday itself, it always seems like just a bit of a letdown to wake up on the 26th and know that it’s a whole year before it will all roll around again.  Those folks who recognize Boxing Day get to drag out their celebrations for an extra day.  Of course, I’m sure all that really does is delay the letdown; those countries probably wake up with that empty feeling on the 27th instead.

Still and all, when my alarm went off this morning, I was really wishing it was a mistake.  Being exhausted and let down all at the same time is not fun.  Oh, and the music.  I always miss the Christmas music once the season has ended, so I usually wean myself slowly by listening to a few songs every day.  But this morning, in my exhausted state, I ran out of the house without my iPod.  Dang.  I don’t know if they still play Christmas music once Boxing Day rolls around, but today I was wishing my radio would cooperate just a little.

On the other hand, while I’m not entirely sure of the particulars, it seems that Boxing Day still involves the giving of gifts, and goodness knows I do not need another reason to keep spending money around this time of the year.  So maybe we could have some other sort of post-Christmas holiday, one that let’s us keep the festiveness of the holiday, and extend the holiday break just a little, but doesn’t involve gifts.   That might be a nice compromise.

On the other other hand, since I’m getting ready to take my own vacation from work, I guess I can’t complain too much about having to get back to the grindstone; I have a long break just around the corner.  But I still wish the fun and love and peace of Christmas would continue day after day (and, of course, the music), then maybe there would never be that almost inevitable letdown.

June Photos, Day 16—Out and About

 

I’m married to a car guy.  You know the type:  fascinated and excited by the things that many—myself included—view only as a utility.  I mean, I like to drive a decent car, and I suppose I even have a dream car.  It looks like this: 

                                                 
But, for the record, if I can ever afford one of these babies (this model is pushing $70K), I am definitely shelling out the extra cash for the leaping cat ornament on the hood.  I mean, what’s the point of driving a Jag if you don’t have the recognizable status symbol leading the way? 

Anyway, yes, I have a dream car, but even if I win the lottery and buy this car next week, it’s still going to be the thing that gets me to and from the grocery store.  I’m still going to keep a plastic trash bag inside to toss my empty cups from Sonic, and I’ll still probably keep an assortment of jackets in the back seat.  Because even a seventy thousand dollar dream car is still a utility vehicle; it’s a necessary tool in my life, not an awe-inspiring object of affection.

But not so with my hubby.  He likes the way cars look (at least some of them), the way they sound, the way they work.  He thinks their engines are interesting, and is impressed with some of the newfangled gadgetry that goes into them.  Not because he wants all those bells and whistles, but because he thinks it’s neat that someone could design and build such a thing.  And as much as he likes nifty new cars, he really likes old cars.  And as much as he likes old cars in general, he really likes old Corvettes.  Well, to be honest, he likes new Corvettes, too, though maybe not quite as much.  He just really, really likes Corvettes. 

So it is that our Saturday running around today included the annual Corvette car show at our local Chevy dealership.  Brian likes to go there and drool over the pretty cars and dream about the day he’ll be able to have his own, though the truth is, he doesn’t really believe that day will ever come to pass.  I don’t know.  I haven’t given up yet that he’ll have his very own ‘Vette someday, though we really might have to win the lottery to make it happen.  Or go into debt for the next several generations.  But, still, I’m not giving up yet.  I really want him to be able to have his dream car.  After all, he’s a car guy.

What’s your dream car?  And are you lucky enough to be driving it?