Sometimes I wonder if Christmas was invented by the retail industry. Then I remember that Christmas is hypothetically about something else that has nothing to do with buying stuff. Then I wonder how the two ever got related in the first place.
I went back to Montreal for Christmas about a week before the actual day so my parents had plenty of time to bug me about all the things they can’t bug me about while I’m in Kingston. Especially washing my hands excessively, which I do on occasion. My dad’s ears perked up every time he heard the water running. I contemplated leaving the water running without doing anything several times just to psych him out, but I’m too lazy to play mind games with anybody.
I brought my computer over and had fun setting it up (it’s a real desktop, not a laptop), primarily because the internet in the house is divided among three computer via a Linksys router. After setting up my connection using the colour-coded ethernet cable my dad keeps in my room, the internet failed to work. On everyone’s computer. Apparently the Internet service just “goes down” for no apparent reason at random times, although it hasn’t happened in a while. So we spent 24 hours without internet. Then it was discoverd that the internet plug on the router was disconnected. The colour of the internet cable was the same as the colour of the cable that connects to my computer, so someone (not me, seriously) unplugged the internet cable and plugged it into the port on the router that connects to my computer. (Grumble.)
On several occasions the internet died for no clear reason. Unplugging the router and plugging it back in worked wonders. Goodness, how flaky. Nonetheless, when the internet worked I actually got some work done…
Everyone — everyone — thinks I need to gain weight, after spending the first twenty years of my life being overweight (I lost a lot of weight after moving to Kingston three years ago, just for the hell of it). I cannot count the number of cakes, pastries, chocolates, etc my parents pushed on me. I’m happy to say that I ate most of them and still gained only one pound the whole time. (Maybe. My scale is not very reliable.)
Ah, now I know: Christmas was invented by parents of college kids so the kids would have to come back home for two weeks every year. They’re bloody sneaky, parents.