Christmas was nice and low key, and as an added extra-special bonus, I didn't get robbed again! Huzzah! Of course, I'm knocking wood furiously as I type this (which, let me tell you, is even more difficult than you would imagine), in hopes that they didn't wait til today to come back. Bastards.
Oh well. We've got the alarm in now, which is good. And the cops are (theoretically) paying more attention to our place. And I've gotten follow-up phone calls from various and sundry police officiers. We shall see.
Oh, and I discovered one benefit to the burglaries: The fraternal order of police (which is not a registered chariety) keeps calling me and asking me for money. The same damn guy always starts off by asking "just for our records, how has everything been in the neighborhood for you?" And this last time, I got to answer "Crappy. I've been robbed four times in two weeks." That shut him up, and he didn't even get around to asking me for money. Just wished me a merry Christmas and hung up. Heh.
So, Christmas: I got bunches of books (joy!), a spindle of blank CDs (meaning I really am going to have to get that CD burner I've been talking about now), a mobile phone (which I've now got to figure out how to use) and, from Wendy, the complete Cheese Service experience: a cheese board with cracker wells and little pots for dips and such, cocktail forks and spreaders, a cheese planer, a cheese knife, and -- gasp! -- cheese. Kick ass. Before you start asking, cheese tends to be a staple at my parties, which, as I beleive I've mentioned, I am contractually bound to hold at least once a month.So, cheese plate and such. Cool.
My parents are coming into town today -- they're travelling to my office as we speak, most likely. I got a call from Dad this morning (when I was still in the thrall of the sleep button), saying "Your mom and I are both sick and possibly infectious -- still want us to come?" What is the correct response to that? I said yeah, if they were up to travelling, I was up to hosting them -- microbes be damned. So we'll see what happens.
Despite their host of diseases, they have apparently gone through with their threat to take the El to my office. Folks, it's cold out there, and there are lots of cabs at O'Hare. Take a damn taxi. Oh well.
Oh well. We've got the alarm in now, which is good. And the cops are (theoretically) paying more attention to our place. And I've gotten follow-up phone calls from various and sundry police officiers. We shall see.
Oh, and I discovered one benefit to the burglaries: The fraternal order of police (which is not a registered chariety) keeps calling me and asking me for money. The same damn guy always starts off by asking "just for our records, how has everything been in the neighborhood for you?" And this last time, I got to answer "Crappy. I've been robbed four times in two weeks." That shut him up, and he didn't even get around to asking me for money. Just wished me a merry Christmas and hung up. Heh.
So, Christmas: I got bunches of books (joy!), a spindle of blank CDs (meaning I really am going to have to get that CD burner I've been talking about now), a mobile phone (which I've now got to figure out how to use) and, from Wendy, the complete Cheese Service experience: a cheese board with cracker wells and little pots for dips and such, cocktail forks and spreaders, a cheese planer, a cheese knife, and -- gasp! -- cheese. Kick ass. Before you start asking, cheese tends to be a staple at my parties, which, as I beleive I've mentioned, I am contractually bound to hold at least once a month.So, cheese plate and such. Cool.
My parents are coming into town today -- they're travelling to my office as we speak, most likely. I got a call from Dad this morning (when I was still in the thrall of the sleep button), saying "Your mom and I are both sick and possibly infectious -- still want us to come?" What is the correct response to that? I said yeah, if they were up to travelling, I was up to hosting them -- microbes be damned. So we'll see what happens.
Despite their host of diseases, they have apparently gone through with their threat to take the El to my office. Folks, it's cold out there, and there are lots of cabs at O'Hare. Take a damn taxi. Oh well.
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