On occasion I add to the rich family lore of ways in which I am ridiculous. Usually it starts with me making a slightly reasonable odd decision and then things get out of control. In this case, it goes back to the week before Christmas when everything was busy to the point of being frantic, what with it being the week before Christmas. I decided I didn't have the time to wrap and send presents to my various nieces and nephews, and to my parents. So I sent the relevant parents notes that I was just going to have to be late, but I'd send things after Christmas, and that would be that.
Also on my mind was that I hadn't got my new nephew a birthday present. Somehow I didn't think to get something in the roughly seven months I knew he was expected. But I wasn't going to cheap out and give him a combined birthday-Christmas present. I did finally find something, by going to the Toys R Us nearby, which was itself a piquant experience I've got to write up separately.
Thing is, all this took until after New Year's, since we had all these local family events and then the rush of end-of-year pinball events. Then we were on to the start of the semester, and stuff like our rabbit needing laser treatment. And whenever there's something to do, there's always reasons to put it off until that evening, and that evening to put off until morning, and that morning to put off until evening again. So.
I finally, finally, got everything wrapped ... last Thursday, as in, technically speaking after Groundhog Day. Friday I got some boxes, at last, and mailed them off.
And then things got really ridiculous in ways not my fault.
Trivia: Richard Trevithick, the early 1800s railroad pioneer, was also known as the ``Cornish Giant'' (he was six foot two inches) and was a locally famous wrestler. Source: Signor Marconi's Magic Box, Gavin Weightman.
Currently Reading: Spies And Shuttles: NASA's Secret Relationships with the DoD and CIA, James E David.