The Last days before Christmas were a blur to me. Chuck Pace © 2008
This shot was taken on Christmas Eve at the Chatterbox.
Christmas Eve was a nice night and a not so nice night. The day started with a holiday breakfast at the Red Eye for whoever wanted to attend from the two stores. I was a little out of sorts not feeling myself, what have you. But the food was good and half of the Carmel staff showed up and about half of the Indy store was there too. This is the last week for Mike Novak too. He is taking a job at the American Legion here in Indy as a liaison and will begin liaising January 5th. Mike was at the store for just a few month south of 15 years.
Later in the day I was down with a very bad headache and Phil sent me packing at about 12:20, all I know for sure is that I laid down on the couch after taking migraine meds at 1:05 and other than taking off shoes and loosening my belt did not stir again until 6:15 when Jenni came home and woke me. Around 7:15 we headed back downtown for the unofficial sing-a-long featuring the dexterous digits of the dashing and debonaire Jane Pozek. The house was packed to the gills (I didn't even know it had gills until they where distending and flaring from the sardine solution to packing singers in a saloon). After the music started and the singing fluctuated from energetic to entropic and back a few times, and the smoke and the undulating crowds crowded and undulated just too many times I decided that escape was the better solution. Brock and Jess were in from Columbus with Travis and Liz, but were not afforded a place to be miserable with the rest of us and left before the festivities began with a beat and tempo. Six songs in and before the 12 days of Christmas, Jenni and I got behind lead blocker Deanne and made our way to the door and sanctuary. "Sanctuary!"
I took my headache to bed only to be unable to sleep. So I got up and placed wrapping papers around some items that were to be my wife's Christmas from me, meager as it was to be. Around 5:00 AM Christmas morn I stumbled into the bed chamber again and did find some solace from my somnolence (the longing for sleep) until a little after 10:00 when I work to the smell of coffee in the air-ducts and was revitalized enough to make my way out and be fronted with gifts and wife in festive giving patterns. It was a good day, and the head forgave me for the previous nights foray into the fray of frolickers.
There is the cap recapped in a nutshell not roasted by a recklessly unshielded heated hearth. More as I recover.
Chuck Pace ©2008 
|