December.
I’ve been lazy about posting lately. Part of it is that not much has changed, so it sort of feels like there is not much to write about. I am still living in the same apartment, working the same job, sleeping with the same man, and pursuing the same hobbies. I don’t go very far out of my routine or out of my comfort zone. I am currently perfectly fine with that, though. This is a period of rest, after much upheaval. I am breathing in again, taking ideas and beauty in where they will mature and unfold until they are ready for me to breathe out and birth them. I’ve been reading a lot of fiction, playing games that exist in fictional worlds designed by others, and sticking close to what I already know how to do in the kitchen. I did make a little sketch of my cat’s head the other day. But on the whole, I am on pause.
School will be starting back up again in three and a half weeks. It will continue for another six months, after which I will be done. Really and truly done. I’ll have my M.A. in hand, and it’ll be time to start looking for a real-life, grown-up, career-type job, so I can begin paying back my student loans. So it seems fair to me that I am on pause right now, doing nothing in my free time but cuddling up with a man and a blanket and a cat and a book, sleeping for too many hours a day.
I did get us a little rosemary holiday tree. Today I decided that, since some of its tiny leaves are beginning to turn brown, perhaps I should give it sunshine the next time the sun rises. Rosemary likes sunshine, and I want it to be happy. I wrapped it in a small string of white lights, and bedecked it with silver and lime-green and turquoise-blue balls, and put a sparkly glitter snowflake on top. Dave was all excited that it is “our” tree and no one else’s. His eyes lit up when he said how prettily I had decorated it. We leave it on every night as we sleep, and its soft glow does make it feel like a special day is approaching. I’m not much for religion, but I do like some of the trappings of the season.
Thanksgiving was fun, too. It was Thanksgiving for two, and I turned to him and said, “I’m thankful for you”, and then we dined on turkey (well, he did, not me), and mashed potatoes with vegetarian gravy, and green bean casserole, and stuffing, and asparagus, and spinach, and two types of pie. It was a lot of food for two people, even though I had tried to keep it small. We gave a heaping plate to our neighbor and feasted on the rest for days. I loved the cooking part. I always do.
Danielle will be coming down for Christmas weekend. Having her around will make the day seem a bit more special…out of the ordinary. Otherwise it would probably just be the two of us doing the same old stuff we always do. Pleasant and filled with contentment, but nothing departing from the norm.
Speaking of departing from the norm, we have some large and drastic ideas that are beginning to take shape out of the nebulous ether. Ghost forms of blueprints of plans that may or may not ever come to pass, but we speak them in midnight whispers. No one can truly know what the future will hold, but it’s beautiful and fantastic to splash around in the warm waters of possibility, looking out to the horizon and holding hands. It’s good to have a partner in plotting. This one is mine.
Year 2011 has been so much better than the last one was, and I have a feeling next year is going to be better yet.
