Xanga wouldn’t allow me to tell you what book I was reading yesterday — or rather, it wasn’t letting me do so by putting up a picture, so I’ll just tell you right here that yesterday I read e2 (eSquared) by Matt Beaumont, an epistolary novel told all in emails and texts. People’s lives fall apart in various entertaining ways, but everyone ends up just about the same at the end of the novel as when they began, so it might not be necessary to rush right out and read it.
However, they do have “workies.” This might be interns, for all I know, but there are all these emails with the subject line “workies?” and messages like “Workies to make copies for the meeting.” Really, the tasks they are asked to do in the novel run more to cleaning vomit out of the ball pit, because it’s that kind of novel, but I like the concept. In the novel, the workies sometimes have to be inveigled with “choccy bikkies,” which I bet you anything are chocolate cookies.
While reading, I knitted up another skein of #2 son’s Christmas sweater. I may get it done today.
My husband hung around with me for a bit while I was doing this, admiring objects in the newspaper ads, which are particularly lavish right now. He was admiring a phone that advertised itself as “with Google.” He frowned. “Google, or goggle?” he asked, pronouncing both words carefully as though they were perhaps not real words at all.
I may have stared at him a bit. I know that he — in common with most people — has only the faintest idea of what I do, but really it’s hard not to know what Google is even if you aren’t married to a computer guy.
“Google,” said I. “It’s the page where you go on the computer to look for things. My phone has it, too.” I showed him. “See, the same as on the computer.” Having satisfied himself that he could indeed look up the football scores on my phone, he returned to admiring the phone in the ad. It’s the Hero from Sprint, a $279 phone (before mail-in rebate) which reviewers say is fast and powerful and ugly, and is Android-enabled, which gives it a closer bond with Google than my Blackberry has, I guess.
I don’t think a person who doesn’t know the word “Google” needs an Android.
Yesterday also included grocery shopping, which was hideously overdue, with festive foodstuffs of various kinds included. However, I have not yet sorted out the buche de Noel, so I need to get that done.
Or maybe not. I am still not seeing payments rushing in. The Computer Guy and the New Yorker are in fact the only ones who have paid me this month. So we may have an austere Christmas without such fancy things as bakery-made cakes, and it wouldn’t kill us.
I did go to the church bake sale yesterday, since I didn’t do much baking of my own this year. I still plan to bake — bought ingredients at the grocery and everything — but at least there will be something on the cookie plate for Christmas Eve if I don’t get around to it.
This morning is the Christmas Cantata at both services at church. I baked some muffins this morning to put in the choir room for between performances. I should have made them with lots of sugar and white flour, but I didn’t think of it in time. So I have a large platter full of healthy whole grain muffins with fruit in them, and may well end up bringing them all back home again.
The cantata includes among many other things a bit from “Good Christian Men, Rejoice” which is quite a fun song. We are singing it “Good Christians all rejoice,” which is to my mind the normal way to sing it nowadays, and the back row of basses are complaining about having to do so.
Whether it is more pathetic that they think it’s too hard to remember to change a single word in the entire cantata from the way they’ve always done it, or that they think it’s unreasonable to object to the use of “men” for all human beings I don’t know. Either way, I expect that we’ll hear further grumbling on the subject today.
It’s a wonderful, joyful carol, though, and in the privacy of your own home you can sing it either way and no one will know.