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Christmas love. [Dec. 17th, 2006|09:17 am]
Painfully perky
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Last night my kitty sprawled out on my stomach, all four legs in the air, and the two of us dozed. Even though this kept me pinned to the couch and I woke up at 5am with a crick in my neck -- so worth it.

I love Christmas. I love the tacky exhuberance it takes to decorate one's house with a life-size light-up santa and eight plastic raindeer.

I love Christmas carols well beyond the point where most people's eyes glaze over and WG begs me to play something, please, anything else. (Yes, I'm Buddhist. Yes, I'll sing 'O Come All Ye Faithful' without one drop of irony.)

I love Christmas shopping, or rather, what I call Christmas buying, because I go into the mall like a commando on a mission and emerge 20 minutes later with what I came for or empty-handed.

I love the noise and the chaos and the third-world press of people. I love the bell-ringing and dropping change in the Salvation Army buckets (where are those guys this year?).

I love the crinkle of wrapping paper and designing yet another bow.

I love swearing like a sailor as I try to string the lights on the Christmas tree and have a whole strand go out on me after it's threaded through the branches.

I love lining up the Christmas cards and hiding the ugly ones in the back.

I hate visiting family and company Christmas parties, smiling so hard my face might crack -- I hate parties and I'd rather watch it all from behind a cup of hot cocoa. But in the balance, Christmas is good.

I love the 3am sigh of exhausted satisfaction on December 24th as I finally have it all done.

Finally, I love the latest part to sheafrotherdon's "Farm In Iowa" series. When you read it, you'll understand. I'll get you the link in a moment -- there you are:

Near the Earth, to Touch. John/Rodney, Farm In Iowa, AU NC-17. sheafrotherdon

Disaster, real-kids that have melt-downs and fling boogers, Christmas, wonder that goes beyond Christmas, and a world so ordinary you want to sink into it like your favorite chair. How I love this John and Rodney. gaiaanarchy said that sheafrotherdon writes wonderfully pointless and tangental John/Rodney arguments and I heartily agree. This story is like a cup of hot cocoa on a cold winter night: it's simple, yet everything you could want for Christmas.

I forgot the snippet, didn't I? Here you go:

It takes him a while to remember he has a cell phone in his pocket, product of Rodney's insistence that exactly this sort of thing was bound to happen someday. He flips it open, finds he has a signal, and mumbles something profane and thankful as he hits the speed-dial for home.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Rodney." His voice is surprisingly steady, he reckons.

"Oh god, what did you do? Are you in jail? You're in jail aren't you?"

Or maybe not. "Of course I'm not in jail." He rubs the heel of his hand against his aching forehead – blinks, surprised, when it comes away covered in blood.

"That is such code for 'I'm in jail'," Rodney protests.

"I'm not in jail!" John replies, rummaging in his pockets, voice rising despite the fact that he knows it's going to make his head hurt more.

"Then where are you?"

John squints into the distance. "By the side of the road 'bout halfway between the Brennemans' and Jackson Avenue," he offers.

There's silence on the other end of the phone. "And you're what, calling to tell me you've decided to sell your body on the least populated street in America?" Rodney asks.

"Kinda had an accident."

"Accident?" Rodney's voice ratchets up a degree or two. "What kind of accident?"

"Hit a deer."

"Oh my god."



ETA: wildernessguru left a note on the cookie batter this morning, "Keep your paws off." With child-like kitty picture and fluffy rendering of Monte's tail. Appropos to nothing, I'm just amused.
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[User Picture]From: an_kayoh
2006-12-18 06:23 pm (UTC)
I love Christmas shopping, or rather, what I call Christmas buying, because I go into the mall like a commando on a mission and emerge 20 minutes later with what I came for or empty-handed.

It's the only way to shop.
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[User Picture]From: icarusancalion
2006-12-18 06:28 pm (UTC)
*nods* You have to go in with bullet-proof jacket and marketing repellent in a handy 12 oz. can (though the 6 oz. purse size will do in a pinch).

Icarus
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[User Picture]From: fullygoldy
2006-12-18 06:46 pm (UTC)
I totally know what you mean. I don't get of tired of carols until well after New Year's.

And I love the Farm in Iowa AU
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[User Picture]From: icarusancalion
2006-12-18 07:05 pm (UTC)
Unfortunately, I live with a man who has a low Christmas carol tolerance, so I wait for him to leave.

Funny, he's also one who used to stress and practically get ulcers with the onset of Christmas. Coincidence, no? For him it's the time of year where the family measures him and finds him wanting. But I'm hoping I've broken him of that with "who cares if we got the Christmas cards out in time, let's eat cookies" attitude.

Icarus
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[User Picture]From: mad_maudlin
2006-12-18 07:14 pm (UTC)
D'aw. I've had Smokey kitty in my lap almost non-stop since I got back Thursday, and I agree, it's a great way to nap.

Also, glad to see you're online, and not blacked out like the rest of Seattle...
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[User Picture]From: icarusancalion
2006-12-18 07:44 pm (UTC)
I'm telling you, one little windstorm and the whole city gets knocked out. There are benefits to living in an overpriced apartment inches from downtown. I had no idea it had hit so many people until Saturday, when WG had a massage in Magnolia (Magnolia! The district of million-dollar homes) and found the place was being heated by a back-up generator.

I hope this doesn't delay my grades. I have a bottle of Saki waiting for me to either celebrate or mourn my Sanskrit marks.

Icarus
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[User Picture]From: rike_tikki_tavi
2006-12-18 08:27 pm (UTC)
OMG, kitty envy!

And I will never understand people, who think non-christians don't enjoy Christmas and singing carols. I'm very much atheist/agnostic and yet a couple of days ago I created a pandora music station just for Christmas music and have been listening to it all evening. The only thing, I don't like about it, is that it doesn't play German carols.
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[User Picture]From: icarusancalion
2006-12-21 07:27 pm (UTC)
Stille Nachte is a favorite of mine. ;)

What's a pandora music station?
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[User Picture]From: perfica
2006-12-18 09:01 pm (UTC)
Speaking of appropos to nothing, I was at an iceskating rink yesterday and spent the whole time remembering John from 'Out Of Bounds' and how he likes to skate fast down big hills. It made happy.
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[User Picture]From: icarusancalion
2006-12-21 07:48 pm (UTC)
Awww. :D

I'm having trouble shaking my writing funk after this awful creative writing class and seeing Xanthe get creamed in the comments to "Take Clothes Off As Directed." I liked both Xanthe and Helen's story, but the viciousness displayed in the reviews towards Xanthe gives me pause.

Icarus
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[User Picture]From: bruinsfan
2006-12-18 11:32 pm (UTC)
I see you and I have similar tunnel vision shopping methods. Well, unless I'm in a bookstore, in which case I emerge much, much later with no idea how all the time passed and purchases that bear no resemblance to my intentions going in.

I love the noise and the chaos and the third-world press of people. I love the bell-ringing and dropping change in the Salvation Army buckets (where are those guys this year?).

Well, while the local bell ringers who are concerned with actually raising money for the needy seem to be at the usual storefronts around here, the Salvation Army's high muckamucks may still be in court defending their organization's right to continue discriminatory hiring and management policies while receiving taxpayer dollars (as set forth by a back room deal with the Bush administration). Some info can be found here. This is why I give to the United Way and various local children's hospitals instead.
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[User Picture]From: tekalynn
2006-12-19 02:50 am (UTC)
The Sally Army ringers are hanging around our Albertson's stores and Fred Meyers. They seem to have given up entirely on dressing up like Santa; you're lucky if they bother with the hat. They also seem very dispirited (no pun intended) when ringing their bells, flipping them half-heartedly when shoppers come by and sinking back in their chairs with "this too shall pass...eventually" expressions when shoppers go.
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[User Picture]From: harveywallbang
2006-12-19 04:05 am (UTC)
this post made me happy. we line up christmas cards. and i probably unconciously move the better ones in front of the bad ones.
i usually start singing christmas songs in july.
that image of you and monte curled up like that, fabulous. would be totally worth it. i love it when animals love me back.
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[User Picture]From: icarusancalion
2006-12-19 07:33 am (UTC)
The fuzzhead is doing it again tonight, only now extra soft, extra happy and confident, and his head is snuzzled up under my chin.

Icarus
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[User Picture]From: nicocoer
2006-12-21 01:00 am (UTC)
Right with you on the X-mas carols though not christian. My boyfriend wants to stab me. ^_^

And the sal val guys?

They are at my Walmartz, ringing their Bellz

~N~
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[User Picture]From: icarusancalion
2006-12-21 07:58 pm (UTC)
Hee. I wait till WG leaves and then put the Xmas music on. The news about the Salvation Army has me keeping my change in my pockets. They asked that employees b) authorize their religious leaders to reveal private communications to The Salvation Army? Creeeeeepy.

Icarus
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