One of these years, I won't be so last minute about things. I actually had a Christmas card design prepared months earlier but, when push came to shove, I was feeling a little art deco and switched things around.
The cards are simple, and I had a two-hour window while my daughter napped to do the make ready and run 100 cards through the press twice. Miraculously, I just barely made it.
They're not perfect and they didn't all arrive at their destinations before Christmas, but... we had a card! (And a lovely new family photo, thanks to James Everett Photography.)
A few nights ago I wanted to give my husband and his visiting friend some privacy, so I took myself to a late night movie. I used to do this more often, but now that I have a toddler, going to the movies is kind of a rare treat. That said, I wasn't particularly excited about the film and, once there, I found myself completely alone in the theatre. Which kind of creeped me out (think: old theatre, smallish screen, red velvet curtains on every wall). But once I chose a seat, the screen immediately lit up with this:
Then they got right to the previews. So I had this weird reaction of simultaneously feeling impressed that the video found an appreciative audience (of one), mixed with some cosmic mumbo-jumbo about feeling like I was clearly in the right place at the right time, mixed with some paranoia about targeted advertising (which, of course, this wasn't). That I was there to see the Stephen Hawking biography, The Theory of Everything, also felt relevant to this whole experience somehow.
