The Great Shindig of Aught-Six

It's the morning after what (in our family's general experience) was a very large party, and all went well. There was enough food, the Weather Gods smiled on us (although Dad did make some rather ominous remarks about having to sacrifice his youngest daughter to procure the sun), and people seemed to mingle and chat amiably. I received numerous material goods (everything from a white linen skirt to a handmade quilt of +10 beauty to books to a nostalgic picture of Stitchface the Large to a poseable Jesus action figure) which reminded me once again that I'm not the free-wheeling anti-consumerist hippie that I'd like to think I am. Bottom line is, I like pretty things, and I like even better receiving them as gifts.

By the way, for those who know my general tendancies, I'm pleased to report that I actually took full advantage of being one of the honoured guests at this party. I didn't spend the whole time in the kitchen, or even most of the time serving people or making sure they were getting along well. My graduation/birthday took away any of the guilt I might have felt for receiving such fabulous presents, and I generally just loafed about and had a good time. This is a minor victory for me over those pesky demons of guilt and obsessive working, so I feel pretty good about it.

We also received a lead on some kittens we could be receiving in a month's time. It feels a bit weird to be so excited about new cats when even remembering Spooky still makes me very sad, but I miss having an animal around, and I can only hope that it's a tribute to Spooky's greatness that I'm now addicted to these graceful, aloof, loving little creatures. So I'll try and go see the (possible) future Cruttwell kitties today with that in mind (as well as taking the time to properly remember all the fabulous Spooky-as-kitten stories.