Posted December 25th, 2003 by Michelle

Later…

The very keys beckon me. They have the perfect amount of play. You don’t have to hit them too hard but the *thwack* of each button, the appearance of each letter is infinitely satisfying. And it is almost as silent as the Prius at a stop sign.

My family did this for me. Mom, Sean, Ian, Tessa, Jordi, Steve, and Kent, I am dumbfounded and beyond thrilled. Thankyou thankyouthankyouthankyou a billion hundred grillion times over. I’ll have you know that my current desktop will not remain for long, as it is rather distracting (Aragorn and his sword) and I intend to get a lot of work done on this terribly slick machine.

We are such gearheads in this family. Two iPods, two Tivos, my iMac, three sets of speakers, one full home stereo system- just a staggering amount of really cool electronics were opened this Christmas morn. At one point tonight there were no less than six laptops running on the dining room table, and that didn’t count the three or four other fully functional computers lying about elsewhere. But Sean was almost as happy about his brand new measuring spoons than about his iPod. He also got those wacky noise cancelling earphones, and apparently they have a feature not mentioned on the packaging: they drastically improve one’s perception of one’s own voice while wearing them. Well, perhaps not, but we’ve been listening to Sean and Jordi sing at the top of their lungs (while also dancing, naturally) all night. Indeed, I know Jordi is still wearing them because I can hear her sweet voice through my bedroom wall. If I could stop giggling, it’d be a really nice way to fall asleep.

Back to California tomorrow. I admit to dragging my heels a little bit. It has been invariably terrific to be home and I’m reminded that my brothers are as good as it gets. Particularly now that Sean is cooking so much. And while I’m determined to get home and hit the ground running towards the right path and get stuff done and blah blah blah, I could use another few days just here, writing, yoga-ing, cooking, and sleeping. But I know it’s time to go.

In the months ahead, I will report back on the status of my Christmas wish. I expect all of you to keep tabs on your own wishes as well. This means you, Chip.