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The Card
Towards the end of last month I had to call my husband into service. After years of dodging it, the holiday card became a necessity. Everyone from Felix's school seemed to be doing them and while I wouldn't jump off a bridge just because everyone from Felix's school did, I heard that the family cards would all be posted somewhere and I just couldn't bear the thought of him possibly looking for himself in a wall of pictures and turning up nothing. Maybe he wouldn't do this. Maybe he wouldn't care. Maybe the Wall of Cards is apocryphal.
The reasons don't matter, I shamed myself into putting one together. If nothing else, giving myself another time-sensitive task right around the time I was called upon to find some temporary housing and schedule a move (among other things) was just the ticket to distraction (as in "it is driving me to distraction"). There were all sorts of design challenges since it was impossible to get all three of my photo subjects (two boys and a terrier) in the frame at the same time, let alone smiling or at least not looking homicidal. Happily, it is amazing what sorts of classy designs are available at online printers. You can plug in all sorts of things and they'll create something quite presentable.
The holiday card isn't like me. I do it so awkwardly. We hardly printed any up since the primary pretext was this school thing.
And while I don't mind it, and I'm happy I actually accomplished this task (since it was kind of touch and go), it seems quite odd and unnatural and I find myself apologizing for it, which is ridiculous since it is the most normal thing to do. Some people even think about it ahead of time.
Anyway, I suppose this card has that old "fake it 'till you make it" quality, like so many other aspects of the season. Perhaps next year it will feel a little more natural. Perhaps next year I'll get a picture of everyone actually making a sort of eye contact.
posted by Elise at 6:54 PM
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