I surrender, white flag a-waving
Christmas cards will not go out until after I return from our trip East. Our tree will not have a glitter star on top. I’ll make Pistachio Ribbon Bars for the New Years dinner. Friends I normally (and oh, so happily) send care packages to won’t see those until some time in the New Year.
We’ll have the annual solstice dinner in a restaurant because Ty gets his braces off today and it’s his celebration pick. (I’m hoping for Mexican, a Margarita and Enchiladas Verdes sounds like heaven.)
I’m staying late and bringing work home. The supposed days off after Christmas are a joke on me and a dozen other people, they have packaging that has to go out, and I’ll have to work because I’m the only proofreader. So I surrender. If I can get the laundry done, the bathrooms cleaned and the house tidied before we go, it’ll be enough. There’s only so much a body can do. I may have reached my ceiling.
Happy Solstice to those who observe. May you find time to step outside and feel your feet on the chilled earth, to tip your head to the spinning bowl of night sky and enjoy the vertigo. I’m glad to know you.
"In summer we live out of doors, and have only impulses and feelings, which are all for action, and must wait commonly for the stillness and longer nights of autumn and winter before any thought will subside; we are sensible that behind the rustling leaves, and the stacks of grain, and the bare clusters of the grape, there is the field of a wholly new life, which no man has lived; that even this earth was made for more mysterious and nobler inhabitants than men and women. In the hues of October sunsets, we see the portals to other mansions than those which we occupy."
~Henry David Thoreau
December 21st, 2006 at 8:15 am
Keep looking up! And enjoy that margarita!!! We’re thinking of you!
December 22nd, 2006 at 9:43 am
Congratulations to Tyler! And to Mom & Dad’s wallets. I hope you have a fabulous trip home.