Aloha everyone and happy last weekend before Christmas. Or, if you prefer, happy penultimate weekend of 2013. Or, if you’d rather: happy almost winter solstice. Happy Friday. Happy day-before Saturday. Happy, happy.
Can you believe it’s almost over? This year, I mean? Was it a good year for you? It was a pretty good one for me. It was a year of change although my own day-to-day life stayed pretty constant. But my parents moved back to the states after 40 years overseas and the oldest member of our family died (Great Aunt Velda at 101) and my grandfather died and I don’t know, it’s just felt like something of a generational shift. Next year, I hope for less death and hard change and more happy settling-in. Or happy re-birth and growth. I guess we’ll see what’s in the cards, won’t we?
I hope my hair continues to grow out.
Last weekend was the big holiday party weekend, but we ended up only making it to one holiday party on account of the snow. Our sitter came at 6:30 and Drew and I headed out into the night, me in a silver sequin dress, my white faux fur coat and my Sorel snow boots (Silver heels tucked in a bag for later), and Drew in a white tuxedo jacket and black suit pants. We had cocktails and split an entree at a restaurant down the street with mood lighting and exposed brick walls. Afterward, we headed to our friends’ party. The hours went by too fast. I drank too much and didn’t eat and it felt like I was sort of floating through the night. On the walk home — all 15 feet or so from their front door to ours — I called out to Drew and said, “Oh!” as I bent over, still in my silver sequin dress, white faux coat, and snow boots, and got sick as the snow fell around us. It was worth it.
Starting next week, posting will be sporadic through New Year’s. Drew is taking almost two weeks off and we’ll spend Christmas here, just the three of us, and then head to Austin a few days later to visit my sister and my parents (who will be visiting from Missouri). This weekend, I’m going to get some Christmas baking and cooking done. I think I’ll make a delicious lasagna for our Christmas Eve dinner. (What do you normally eat and do on Christmas Eve?) And we’ll probably have peppermint ice cream for dessert. I hope it snows. Wouldn’t a snowy Christmas Eve be the best?
We’ll eat lasagna and peppermint ice cream and watch “The Sound of Music,” which I love to watch every year. And Drew and I will listen to “Marshmallow World” a few times and maybe drink a little whiskey and say, “Here we are, another year,” and it will be nice.