Christmas Party

Turkey, dressing with gravy, ham, greens, broccoli casserole, macaroni & cheese, sweet tea. Christmas sweaters. LB says grace, "Heavenly Father...". Leave it to a black sister to make sure we start with a prayer. Amen.

Garrison Keillor taught me how to negotiate these group happenings. Imagine you are a walrus. All that is required of you is that you show up to be with the other walruses on the seashore. You don't have to say or do anything else if you don't want to. It is enough to simply attend.

DS, who has brought a scrumptious chilled sort of ice cream/coconut/caramel dessert, says she has discovered my blog. Oh dear. Alarming to think co-workers are reading this, but really, there's nothing here I'd want to hide.

It's been a punishing year, with the hiring freeze and a major turnover in staff. So many absent faces: Trudi, Maria, Mary Jo, Mike, Edna, Sarah, Joanne, Gloria, Rita, Jennifer, and Jamison. And Mary Lee & Bill M., (may they rest in peace).

We who remain sit down and eat together.