Christmas is coming and I haven’t done a thing. I haven’t even started my Christmas shopping yet but it’s because I don’t have a clue what to get anyone. I think I’ve already bought everyone the typical Italian things and I don’t feel like flying home with an over-weight bag of wine or olive oil again. There has to be a better way. I can always claim that Christmas snuck up on me. Without Thanksgiving and cold weather I just don’t feel like it’s really a few weeks away. Never mind that the center of town has lights strung across the streets for the holiday. Well I’m sure I can work it out.
Local news is pretty slow right now. We have a big holiday coming up on Thursday, the Immaculate Conception. I plan to go to Turibio’s house for some ultimate Frisbee and lunch. We played a little ultimate last Sunday morning on grass. This is strange because there isn’t much grass around here. In the summer it’s too dry so no one bothers with a lawn. All the soccer fields are dirt except for the ones in the stadiums! So where did we find grass…at a place where they train attack dogs, no kidding. They have field next to the kennel with obstacles and an area to attack people. Even while we played a German shepherd was going through the paces attacking a guy in padding. This was a real German shepherd because they even spoke to it in German!! That was an interesting morning. Anyway the holiday is Thursday and I hope to have a good time at Turibio’s. Most people take Friday off too but I don’t have the time left to do this, besides I have work that needs to get done before the end of the year. As of right now I’m not sure when that is. They haven’t said when the plant will close for Christmas. I do know that it will be closed until January 9th after Christmas. I have my paperwork together for my new work visa. Now I just need to go to Detroit to file it before Christmas.
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
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Chocolate. ummmmmm
Makes great presents.
You can get them for cheap at Auschen.
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