Happy New Year. I know. I am late posting my Happy New Year. I will explain in a moment.
First, I want to dedicate this post to my friend Josh. I made only one resolution this year: I am not sending out a Christmas card to anyone who does not write back within a year (seriously, the postage costs are killing me). Also, I only had gotten 3 (3!) cards by Dec. 24. Wouldn't you know it, I got five more after New Year's.
Josh, a friend from grad school, is one of the few I managed to guilt with my German stamps. He sent a lovely letter about how he reads the blog (Hi!), but doesn't comment. Therefore, I am going to write this post and insert his comments for him.
[Scene: Josh and Claire sitting at the Mexican place not far from the Notre Dame campus in South Bend.]
Josh: So, what have you been up to lately?
Claire: Oh, not much. Christmas came and went and the German actually got me good gifts. However, one thing was NOT ON THE LIST.
Josh: That bastard. What was it? A hairless cat?
Claire: Um, no. Actually it was a gift certificate for 5 massages.
Josh: Hey, that is a good gift. You really do need to relax, you know.
Claire: Yes, you're right. I was actually kind of homesick at Christmas, but I went to the house anyway and painted and sanded and hung curtains.
Josh: You rock. You hate the house. I am proud of you.
Claire: Yes, but the house knows that I hate it. It made me sick.
Josh: A house cannot make you sick, Claire.
Claire: Dude, it totally did! Last Sunday (Dec. 29) I noticed a little cough. I slept all day Saturday and by Monday I could barely swallow and I have hardly slept in three days because of my "little cough." I am going to the doctor tomorrow. I think I have bronchitis.
Josh: That sucks. But the house did not do it.
Claire: Yes it did.
(Pause. Munching of chips and salsa.)
Claire: Did you see Notre Dame get thumped by LSU last night?
Josh: Yeah. I am sure you are sad that you missed it.
Claire: I didn't miss it. I watched it live on TV.
Josh: HOW? You live in Cloppenburg.
Claire: The German bought a satellite dish and some sort of chip card that allows us access to NASN, the North American Sports Network. He spent 8 hours trying to hook the thing up so that we could watch TV. As I am dying from my "little cough," I was awake at 3am. Sadly not even the game could put me to sleep.
Josh: That was nice of him. You have a good husband.
Claire: Oh, he didn't do it for me. I realized afterwards that he did it because he gets Arena and can watch soccer live on TV. Watching ND was really just guise for the German Bundesliga.
Josh: Ah! Smart man.
Claire: Unfortunately, I think that FOX may own the NASN. I want to stay as far away from Bill O'Reilly as possible.
Josh: Come on, Claire! Bill O'Reilly has some smart and funny things to say.
Claire: (starring in disbelief) How did we become friends?
Josh: Our mutual love of Ritter's Frozen Custard.
Claire and Josh (in unison): Ah, Ritter's.
PS: Josh doesn't actually advocate Bill O'Reilly in any manner. I am just hoping that it will finally prompt him to comment.