Suzy Says

Textbook Ephemeral

Archive for December, 2015


   Dec 31

2015

It was a year of change for me. Maybe too much in too short a time. I lost my job at the end of 2014 and jumped into the hell job in February, jumping ship for a less hellish job in March, and interviewing for a job I was lucky not to get in late […]

Read the rest of this entry »

   Dec 26

Christmas Recap

Christmas Day dawned both beautiful and cold: which felt quite seasonal and festive but also meant that it was too cold to sit outside, even with the outdoor fireplace and a stack of wood chopped by my brother and kept dry on the porch. Somehow, we all packed into my little hippie hovel. Here’s Clayton, […]

Read the rest of this entry »

   Dec 25

Christmas Morning

Merry Christmas, everyone! The amaryllis greeted the day with brand-new holiday blooms. Here in Hooterville, it dawned bright and sunny, and you know what that means: it’s cold! Clyde and I are sitting by the heater and watching the Queen’s Speech together. I always find it inspiring, but this year I was particularly touched by […]

Read the rest of this entry »

   Dec 24

Christmas Eve

It’s 4 am. Do you know where your Suzy is? She is sitting by the heater, Clyde at her side, contemplating all the things she should be doing as the rain patters against the roof/walls. I went to sleep last night thinking of all the things I needed to do this morning, and this is […]

Read the rest of this entry »

   Dec 23

Magic

The glorious Bolshoi Ballet Megan and I braved the stormy, twisty roads to head to the South Coast last weekend. Rain and wind lashed Wednesday, and even the fearless former ambulance driver had to concentrate on the road instead of the spectacular ocean and scenery. I was glad I wasn’t driving. Our first stop was […]

Read the rest of this entry »

   Dec 22

Getting Ready

The day after I got home from my mini break, I put the stockings together (at least, the ones I’m responsible for) with the soundtrack from “A Charlie Brown Christmas” to inspire me. Everyone gets a quarter and a clementine in the toe of their stocking and a candy cane* at the top, because that’s […]

Read the rest of this entry »

   Dec 21

Mini Break

I took a break from my Roscoe-less house and spent a night in the Big Town. First, I left work early (!) and went to meet Angelika at a lovely, hidden away salon (hidden away in the Big Town rather than the Big Woods). She works there one day a week now, so it will […]

Read the rest of this entry »

   Dec 19

The Office Party

It turns out hell is decorated quite nicely Or “How I Learned More Than I Ever Needed to Know About Lottery Tickets”. I should get a t-shirt that says “I survived the office holiday party”. Or maybe a medal… Planning a party for more than 100 people is enough of an undertaking without the Powers […]

Read the rest of this entry »

   Dec 17

Let There Be Lights

You’d think being heartbroken over losing Roscoe would mean no Christmas decorations, but you’d be wrong. Part of my survival strategy is squeezing every little bit of joy out of every little thing, whether it’s Fred the hummingbird hovering like a jewel outside my office window or cuddling with Clyde before the alarm goes off […]

Read the rest of this entry »

   Dec 14

With a Bang

I was at work making copies when there was a huge bang and the building shook. Before my two brain cells had processed the Big Bang, the power went out and we were cast into darkness. Emerging shocked from the copy room, I heard the generator kick on and saw the pale emergency lights activated. […]

Read the rest of this entry »

   Dec 11

The Final Mystery

Roscoe Roscoe is gone. I came home one evening, when it was still light out, and found that Roscoe wasn’t in the house. I called him to no avail. Since it was a rainy and windy night, I thought he’d be home soon, but he wasn’t. I was up most of the night, calling his […]

Read the rest of this entry »

   Dec 02

Lights in the Darkness

Jessica and I watched “Trains, Planes and Automobiles” together on Thanksgiving, the appropriate day to introduce her to this holiday classic*. During the scene where Steve Martin is desperately trying to get a cab in rush hour New York, Jessica turned to me and asked, “Is it true that Megan can always get a cab?” […]

Read the rest of this entry »