Christmas Eve 2015
Traditionally, Italians celebrate Christmas on the Eve and then rest on Christmas Day. We have the seven fishes. I am not a fish person and I don’t celebrate. I am spending the Eve watching TV and had one margarita that was one too many. I also had Chinese food that was okay. I have had better. I am disappointed that I can’t get decent Chinese food in my area.
I had a day of running around, quite literally. I left my house early and did a few errands before going to my father’s house. I was tired by the time I got to his house. I had to pick up his meds and decided to buy PF Chang’s frozen dinner entrée so I wouldn’t have to order out. But after all was said and done, I was too tired to cook. I came home and my ankle/foot wanted a divorce from me. I was in a lot of pain and my foot was swollen. I took some pain meds, which is probably why the alcohol really got to me. I am a lightweight anyway, doesn’t take much to make me feel buzzed. I had like a quarter of a glass of the Margarita stuff. It’s only 1900 and I am ready for bed already.
I am so tired of being in pain. I wanted to get gift cards for my family as presents for tomorrow but I was too wiped out and in pain to go to Walgreens. I thought I would later when and if my foot/ankle settled down. I should have gone before having the alcohol. OOPS. So it will be another year where I don’t get anything for my family. If I can, tomorrow I will at least get a money card for my father. If I don’t give him anything, he will be pissed. Got to satisfy the narcissistic ego. I should have bought him a gift a card at the grocery store, now that I think of it. But I was already weary and just wanted to go home.
Pain takes so much out of me. I really can’t do anything for too long anymore. I can’t stand or walk without severe pain so that kind of hinders things. I wanted to dust my ceiling fan as the dust is accumulating. I think it’s been a year since I dusted it last. I just can’t stand long enough to do it.
The temps in Boston reached at least 70 today. Despite it being warm outside, the house felt cold. I still wore shorts and a T-shirt. My back is going to kill me come next week when the temp drops. We are supposedly having snow starting on Tuesday.
My mood kind of sucks. I feel like I should be sleeping and I think I will be going to bed soon. I hope my family doesn’t wake me up early tomorrow. I really just want to sleep in, if possible. I had a crappy sleep last night as I kept on waking up every fricken hour. I was afraid that I would sleep late and I wouldn’t do what I needed to do today. All is done and now I am going to read the creepy American Gods book and then sleep, I hope.
midnightdemons7 
7 fishes, not for me. I am not a big fan of fish. I love alcohol though, lol. I never get drunk. I have drank some wine and spritzers over christmas and have enjoyed them. XX
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I’m not there anymore. I’m a gypsy now. Thank you too!
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Yes there are seven different kinds of fish. I don’t know what they all are but there is usually calamari, shrimp, bacala (salted haddock), scrod, etc.
I didn’t know you were in these parts. That is interesting.
Thank you for your present. I wish you the same my friend
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Italian? Seven fishes? I’d like to hear more about that. Are they seven different kinds of fish? When I lived in Boston Legal Seafoods was one storefront and nothing cooked, just a really good fish market. We lived on their frozen cod cakes pan fried with eggs.
There used to be a joke that you could get scrod, scrod, scrod, or scrod.
I used to work in a leather garment factory in the North End, pretty much behind the Old North Church. Geez, I haven’t been back to the City of Beans in years. I used to live in all the cheap places that are now ritzy: Inman Square, Central Square, Slummerville…seven years.
If I could give you a present, it would be a good night’s sleep and a wake-up without pain.
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