Now that Christmas and all ensuing nonsense has come to an end, I have a list a mile long of Stuff to Accomplish. But why do any of that when I can be here?
I like a new year. Take the time to reflect on the past and be conscious of the year ahead, and you really get something out of it, don't you think? For years, I've made a note of the highlights of the year in a little leather-bound notebook Denise gave to me. Spanglish has a post in the same vein that looks like fun; two responses from each category, so here goes:
Learned:
How to think like a lawyer
The limitless possibilities of the mind (that looks so dumb written down, but I can't think of any other way to phrase it)
Met:
El Hash's little boy. Love at first sight.
Apple-to-Pear's little boy. Joy in a onesie. Or is that a romper? A sleeper??
Don't want to take into 2008:
A tendency to micromanage
A small preoccupation with the seven signs of ageing
Want to hold close into 2008:
The people I love
A sense of humour
Looking forward to in 2008:
Curling lessons with B and our camping pals
Graduating
Life-changing in 2007:
A letter that expressed friendship so nicely
This blog
Hope to accomplish by the end of 2008:
To be more accepting of others
To be more accepting of myself
I had a nice Christmas. Did you? I went home to Cow Pie and stayed with the parents, whose house is one of my favourite places to be. It reminds me of high school, which I remember disliking intensely at the time, but oddly have only very fond feelings about now. Whenever I go home, I wander around the neighbourhood through the back pathways, the parks, to the 7-Eleven, past my old bakery job and the spot which used to be a library in a portable but is now a permanent church. None of these places holds any memory of how isolated I used to feel; at least, it's not isolation in a fearful sense but more in a free and anticipatory way. Maybe that's what it was all along. I think about all the things that made me so purely happy, like running and best friend and Duke Ellington songs and the moon, all of which still make me intensely happy.
Happy new year to you - again!
4 comments:
I always think of ellington and then billie holiday, bad smelling candles, good smelling incense, and ink and pens.
I dreamt about that bakery last night. lately all I dream about is food.
I came here to tell you that Rolf was on tv painting the queen and you're right he's so sweet and it was highly entertaining.
how to think like a lawyer? where did you learn that?
oops! my trigger finger posted that twice.
That's funny about Rolf because I had the tv on then, too, but just for a few minutes.
I took a law class last semester. I just learned how they think, but I couldn't act it!
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