Random Thoughts

Monday, December 29th, 2003 • 2 Comments on Random Thoughts

Another busy week, but as I wander into 2004, things will slow down to a crawl and I’ll have time to write and reflect.  Until then, I give you the week’s highlights:

—Santa was good to me, but the best thing about this Christmas was having Jay home and sharing Christmas with friends who feel like family.  You can’t wrap that kind of happiness.

—I finished Middlesex.  I am proud of this accomplishment because I read it during the busiest December I can remember and it’s over 500 pages of literary joy and madness.  Book club meeting coming soon…

Mona Lisa Smile made me (almost) wish I’d been born a few decades ago.  The limitations and rules that applied to women are ridiculous by today’s standards, but the clothes and music were to die for.  Who says I can’t wear an apron while I cook and get a law degree?  Huh?

—At the other end of the movie spectrum, Jack Black proves anyone—yes, anyone—can be in a band.  Rock on.

—Taking my own advice, recent music purchases include: greatest hits from The Eagles, some all-girl blues, going crazy with Patsy Cline, some old standards sung by jazz great Chet Baker, and classic Cheap Trick just for fun.  Jack would approve.

—Due to this end-of-the-year deployment, the big, broad, fat, drunken tree had to come down.  It did not come down without a fight, however.  I have the scratches and abrasions to prove that dry, brittle trees are bad, dangerous things.

—Christmas cards!  Christmas cards!  To date, cards have arrived from seventeen states, the District of Columbia and Canada.  Which only means that a) I’m a geek for counting and b) people move around too much.

—I apparently make kick ass gravy—and not enough of it.

—Sharing Christmas morning with people I am not related to is an experience.  A nice one.  And I’m really, really glad we didn’t go camping.

—I have a shiny new datebook in which to record, well, dates.  Woooo.

—My thank you cards are not written.  My bills are not paid.  Ask me if I care.  Go on, I dare you.

—Jay left, which casts a long shadow over everything else.  Pardon me while I feel sorry for myself.

Posted by Kristina in Life, Musings
  • Shannon says:

    Do you care that your bills are not paid and your thank you cards are not written?  (Hee Hee).  I love a good dare.  I double dog dare you to contact me this week…I am one of those amazingly life-like items left by your tree on Christmas day.  Now, do you remember where you put me…

    I can’t imagine 6 months without the love of my life.  I will not even begin to pretend I can know what it would be like.  I respected your moment of self-pity.

  • Kristina says:

    Thanks for the empathy.  Self-pity is like getting really drunk—it feels good to indulge, but you hate yourself the next day.

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