Tuesday, December 19, 2000

It’s very clear the holidays are upon us.

For the past two weeks, messengers and delivery vans from relatives, vendors and clients have been arriving at a rate of roughly one per hour, dropping off wicker baskets piled with apples, oranges, grapefruits and pears. They have brought a freezer pack of steaks, gigantic tins of gourmet popcorn, packages of cashews and pecans, Hickory Farms gift boxes and, even in these teetotaling, politically-correct times, a fifth of Scotch and at least three bottles of wine.

As a result, my office at the theatre is full of fruit, my house is full of meat, and I'm surrounded by nuts.

On further reflection, the holidays aren't all that different from my day-to-day life after all.