It doesn’t feel like Christmas. I have no holiday spirit. I have been too busy to really even notice that Christmas is three days away. And I was given a last-minute project at work that I’ve been frantically working on and today I sort of lost it a little. I called it done and left before I lost all sense of professionalism right in the hallway.
All this means that I have yet to pack for our flight that leaves tomorrow morning. And I’m only now finally finishing the silly polar bear story I wrote for P. It’s not easy to write a silly story, even one about a polar bear, when you’re ten ways of cranky. And I don’t want to tell him what I’m busy doing because last-minute gift preparations just make it seem like you didn’t put much thought into it earlier. That’s not at all true, and I’m sure he knows that, but still, I don’t want to ‘fess up that I’m not quite done.
I’m getting a little nervous now, too. Maybe the finished product will be stupid. But it’s too late. All I have left to do is print. I found the pictures online, and I’m sure I should give credit where credit is due, but my search was along the lines of “not that ugly polar bear; something cute. File not found? Fuck. Oh wait. This one!” Without much regard to where I was actually clicking.
So, here are a couple of my favorite pages, without proper photographic credit, although the silly story is mine. And P. will get a polar bear Christmas after all.
(I ended up with 40 4×6 pages, so these three may not make a whole lot of sense. But they are in order, if out of context.)
If the printer cooperates and I can figure out how to bind them together, I may end up in the holiday spirit after all.