My grandmother sent me a package for Christmas. It requires an adult signature for delivery. I know UPS delivers a lot of packages but how many sorts are usually home to sign for a package at 4:30 PM on a Monday?

So when I got home from work at 7 pm I went online to request that the package be delivered to my office. Send like a pretty straightforward request, but I was charged $4 for the convenience.

Fast forward to today when I’m trying to find out when I can expect it. UPS.com says it didn’t know. I called and spoke with an operator and she told me to just keep checking the website.

I’m going out of town for the holidays on Thursday and big brown can’t tell me if I’ll get the package in time or if my most co-workers will be sitting around starting at my present for a week, trying to resist the urge to open a package that requires an adult signature.

it used to be that christmas for me was no fun ever. don’t get me wrong, i love getting gifts and even more i love giving gifts. not because it makes me feel good to give someone something, but because it makes me feel good to give someone the right something. but that was about it for me.

thanksgiving was always the holiday that i loved most. and as far as presents go, my birthday was usually much kinder to me than dec 25. but as i more and more friends move away or marry off and i see my parents less and less (even though I work with my dad) and dani has to spend more and more of her time away from whatever city she’s living in these days with wes and his family, christmas ends up meaning a lot more.

this year dani and wes are here. my grandma is here from seattle. i went over this morning and we exchanged presents and that was fun because i got what i wanted and i seemed to have done a pretty good job on gift giving. but the real fun was making homemade biscuits and gravy with the extra hands of my mom, sister and grandma.

after we recovered from that deliciousness we all went up to life care to see my other grandma and my aunt.

they’ve both seen better days, and my grandma was pretty out of it today. she seemed to recognize us this time but she was so tired that she couldn’t really keep her eyes open or her head up. i helped her open her presents and my mom read the card from her brother in santa barbara. she started crying when it got to the personal note which of course made me cry. i’m glad my grandma was having one of her good days, i’m not sure if i could really stand to see my mom cry much more than that on christmas.

also, whiskey.

it is now time for a long nap. i’m fairly certain what i’ve just written is rambling and incoherent. i wish i could blame that on how tired i am, but unfortunately (for you) that’s just my style.

merry xbox everyone.