We are sitting here by the tree. Lucy likes the tree. She spends a lot of time just sitting near it. Sometimes the ornaments fall and she likes to chase them around, but even before it was decorated she just liked to be near it.
Anyway. It is late — we’ve been staying up late and getting up late. Soon I’m going to have to start getting up earlier. But not yet, I guess.
The kitchen is clean, the refrigerator is starting to empty out a bit, the garbageman just took away a whole lot of recycling.
Maybe it’s the ages of my children, maybe it’s just my own age, maybe it’s the quantity of useful pots and the working dishwasher (I actually these factors are key) — I don’t know what it is, but I feel like I’ve reached some new stage of adulthood and it’s not at all bad. Maybe it’s just the time of year, because I realize that for us, no matter that the solstice was a week ago, the turning of the year is now. That and having survived Christmas is cause for reflection. Next year — more walks, more travels, more visiting people I love, no matter that they’re on the other coast, more spending time with people I enjoy, more cocktails, I think. More time spent doing. More of this grown-up life where I figure out what I feel like doing and then do it. More entertaining in the kitchen. More trips to the city. More ballet. More trips to the beach. More more more! Katahdin and the Appalachian Trail! Hoorah!