Hello, yeah, its been awhile. Not much, how bout you? Last week, I visited with my friend Corrie who I helped move to SF (and who snapped the picture of this icon) who was home for the holidays and we repeated our afternoon of lunch at Ada's and dessert at the Walnut Room under the giant christmass tree. I had an eggnog beverage with liquor and wondered, who thought milk wasn't thick enough that it needed yolks added? It was the heaviest I have ever felt. I couldn't even consume my complimentary Frango that came with the bill.
The day after that, I made Martha Washington balls with Coxy. The day after that I travelled to upstate NY to visit with DYA's family for christmas. Then I returned home. And in this time, I talked to my parents on the phone twice. Once before I left, once on christmas morning (where I also talked to my aunt). Both conversations were fine, they were light and casual and topics were mainly about weather and food, and the first one had a certain edge to it, but the second one was tinged mostly with relief. Its another step. Just one. But still. It is what it is, something to be sort of surprised and proud of, something to be somewhat wary of. But I did decide to fedex them some of the candy. I was thinking of them when I made it, so it feels like a good thing to do.
In the next few days I must perform some magic, involve cleaning up the apartment, shopping for supplies, preparing and throwing a party. And then two days of rest and renewal to close out the year. Oh! And tomorrow night we are going to see a performance of the Nutcracker, for free, because a friend from my writing group plays cello in it and gets comps.
I have other things in my head to write about, topics ranging from the deadly fog of London in 1952, the assasination of Bhutto, christmas eve church services, family of origin, southern accents, It's a Wonderful Life and Jimmy Stewart's masculinity, Fleetwood Mac, new year's resolutions recaps, and more. But I'm at work and they will all have to wait.
The day after that, I made Martha Washington balls with Coxy. The day after that I travelled to upstate NY to visit with DYA's family for christmas. Then I returned home. And in this time, I talked to my parents on the phone twice. Once before I left, once on christmas morning (where I also talked to my aunt). Both conversations were fine, they were light and casual and topics were mainly about weather and food, and the first one had a certain edge to it, but the second one was tinged mostly with relief. Its another step. Just one. But still. It is what it is, something to be sort of surprised and proud of, something to be somewhat wary of. But I did decide to fedex them some of the candy. I was thinking of them when I made it, so it feels like a good thing to do.
In the next few days I must perform some magic, involve cleaning up the apartment, shopping for supplies, preparing and throwing a party. And then two days of rest and renewal to close out the year. Oh! And tomorrow night we are going to see a performance of the Nutcracker, for free, because a friend from my writing group plays cello in it and gets comps.
I have other things in my head to write about, topics ranging from the deadly fog of London in 1952, the assasination of Bhutto, christmas eve church services, family of origin, southern accents, It's a Wonderful Life and Jimmy Stewart's masculinity, Fleetwood Mac, new year's resolutions recaps, and more. But I'm at work and they will all have to wait.