The Sickbay Logs

... I still don't know what to give for christmas:
- Mum
- Dad
- my younger older Brother
- my older older Brother
- my older older Brother's Companion
- Mum's Companion
- Dad's Companion
- my girl Cousin
- my Grandma
- various uncles and aunts (an uncle, an aunt and their respective companions to be specific), although I'm not really sure I'm going to give them anything.

As opposed to the List of people I already know what to give for christmas (and at least for one already bought the presents):
- my boy Cousin
- my older older Brother's Companion's son
- the two of my friends I'm going to give something

Still 20 days to go...

I was back at the wormehole today, buying a christmas-present for Dashia and birthday-christmas-prestents for my cousin, who's birthday was on sunday and whom I'm gonna see again this weekend. (I hope he'll appreciate that I spent twenty bucks on him, although I have to admit that I'm counting on him lending me those Star Wars Commics once he's through...)
On the way down there I passed posters of the different choirs you found around the city having their christmas concerts. And that got me thinking.
I've not been in a choir or band or any group of peopl making music together for half a year now. It's the first time in eight years that I've been with out a choir for so long. It's the first time in eight years that I don't have a christmas concert coming up that I'm playing or singin in. It's the first time since I found my former church choir ten years ago that I've not been to their winter concert, due to the fact that I had late shift that day.
And it's the first time ever that when I walked out of the door and saw a soft powder of snow covering the leafless trees, the roofs, the cars and the grassy parts between the walkways that I thought scrap you. (Well actually not exactly that, but I want to stay family friendly.)
Now that we got snow outside and temperatures below the freezing point of water I have no excuse anymore for not wearing my anorak and today I got painfully aware of the fact that this winter I'm not going to wear it in the Italian Alpes (or any Alpes for that matter) with the crackling of ice-crystals under foot while sliding down a slope in cold-bright sunshine.
I'll not be going skiing with my mum like I used to. We'll not be celebrating christmas eve with my aunts family as we used to and I'll not really be celebrating with anyone that day as I used to, because I have to work early shift on the 25th.
Bottom line: It's December. I'm frustrated. I'm here for two monthes already and I have no choir, no sport and basically no hobby other than watching Castle (which is not really a hobby), reading books (which I don't do as much anymore as I did when I still had to get around by bus) and occasionally writing on my stories (but effectively not getting anywhere). Given, I do sewing while watching anything, but that's rather because of the holes in my clothes than being an actual hobby.
I even quit on the half an hour of daily guitar practice again already, because I found that I really degenerated in the last time and because I got no one listening than myself.
The only thing I can get myself to do right now is go and cook something for dinner and that only because I'm hungry and I ran out of five-minute-meals, milk and stuff to put on a bread.

Today I found a really awsome place. A place with a Star Wars flag above the door, a whole room with used sci-fi and fantasy novels stacked so high that you need a ladder to reach the upper half of the shelves, a large shelf with US-Imports, card board boxes with books everywhere around the floor apart from the few spots where you actually still have to get through and, most of all the conclusion of every series that had made me secretly get mad at the librarians because I found that they only had three out of ten books of that series.
What I found was a Comic / Manga / Book Shop, led by two guys who were nearly impersonating the cliché for people leading such a shop: Not exactly thin, with long hair, piercings (not too many) and, of course, some kind of franchise shirts. They gave me chocolat.
They also have a helper, a fourteen-ish year old, dark haired boy who, when there is nothing to do (and it doesn't seem as if he has very much to do) spends his time sitting in a corner reading comics.
This shop is like a wishing well. With that I have the first two christmas presents secured (plus far too many ideas for christmas presents for certain people).
The only problem is that once you're in it's pretty hard to get out. Even the guys working there don't know everything they have on the shelves and they're always getting new stuff. I for myself found around twenty books in the first two minutes I'd have bought right off the shelf (although they were German) had I had the money and time to read them.

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