The Price Of 12 Gifts
2016-12-27, 8:59 a.m.
Well, today’s entry for Monday is going to be boring as shit because:
(a) I was not been feeling well this morning, to put it politely. Not a hangover (I swear, no headache), just kinda sick to my stomach for no good reason. This is something that happens to me fairly frequently when I have to wake up early, but for once I didn’t have to go to work feeling like that. Huzzah there. It usually wears off sometime in the afternoon, but today it took longer than usual.
(b) I was supposed to go get the oil changed with Mom’s favorite mechanic, but nobody answered the phone today so she guessed they were closed. Ah well, I wasn’t exactly in the mood to move today anyway.
(c) Mom got talked into helping somebody move today, which is about as thrilling as you’d expect, but at least I didn’t have to go do it.
(d) The TV here has decided to break. As far as I can tell it may be something with the lamp (google “Panasonic TV blinking red light” gets a lot of results), but beyond that I have no idea. Mom didn’t believe me when I told her on the phone, so she’ll have fun when she sees for herself. (She did. Didn’t believe me, tried all the same things I did, called Panasonic and got automated recordings, and finally caved in to ask Pat via text at 10-something at night.)
(e) I left my car at Mom’s house because the last two times I have been over there it’s been at like 8 p.m. and the car is frozen over and I have not been in the mood to deal with that. So no going to the movies today or well, anywhere once the quease wore off.
So sadly, no new Hallmark movies for me today. Darn it. I have written a few reviews to post if I have another dull day of stuff I saw on Christmas or earlier, though. I tried to write some things ahead of time since I found out the owners of the house return on the 31st and thus I won’t have Internet at the end of Holidailies and will have to post ahead of time.
Okay, I need to give you something more to read about, so let’s talk more Hallmark. I’m going to mention this link as worth reading. It mentions “Christmas Under Wraps,” the Christmas cookie movie, selling nostalgia, losing all those small town jobs, and of course, Trump.
And also, after watching “My Christmas Love” (something a lot of us did, I found out Christmas Day), if you were wondering how much all of that shit cost to rent... I wanted to know that woman afforded all of that, even if she didn’t buy new birds and whatnot daily.
Okay, just for fun once my brain kicked in around late afternoon and after having a nap, I decided to do the math on how much THIS mom spent, using the PNC Christmas Price Index when relevant and looking up costs myself when not. Note that the index says this is the current cost for one set of each of the gifts given in the song and I abide by the index where the movie stuck to actually buying those items (they did cheat a few).
1: PNC costs $209.99 for a partridge in a pear tree.
After this, we’re just renting humans as chattel. Note that the humans had TWO days of rentals (because they all showed up again at the finale) rather than renting maids for five days, pipers for two, etc. so I’ll change the math for those.
8. 8 milkmaids cost $58. But since they were booked on the finale as well, that’s $116.
So my math FOR THE GIFTS ALONE, not counting the van rental, random singers that I don’t know how to price, and whatever other service costs that organization charged the dying woman...it comes to $36,299.31 in American money--hell if I know what she paid in Canadian since they seem to be living in Canada.
Moral of the story: KIDS, THIS IS WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR ENTIRE INHERITANCE. YOUR MOM SPENT HERSELF BROKE SENDING RANDOM DANCERS AND BIRDS TO YOUR DAD. (This is assuming she even had any money left after chemo and medical treatment....well, maybe in Canada she wasn’t destitute.) Most of which I don’t think he was even in the house to see because your daughter thought they were all for her.
The More You Know!