Since last we spoke…
Oh, wait, where are my manners? How are you? Did you have good holidays, if you were celebrating? Did you get way more done at work than the rest of us, if you were not? And Happy New Year again to all.
OK then. I am as full of ideas about house decorating, gardens, adult children, the meaning of life, and, yes, fashion, as ever. But before we return to our usual fare, can I prevail upon you to join me in a group deep breath? And to take a brief look back at the past 6 weeks?
Since right before Thanksgiving I have:
- Cleaned my entire house, interrupting the interior painting of said house in the process. Paint dust is my mortal enemy.
- Hosted Thanksgiving. Luckily, my daughter and her significant other did much of the cooking.
- Cleaned a portion of my house, again, interrupting the continued interior painting, again.
- Slept in the clean part of the house for one night, with my daughter, before we headed off, Significant Husband, both children, and I, to the Four Seasons Hualalai on Hawaii’s Big Island. Review forthcoming.
- Ridden in a helicopter, over a volcano. Story forthcoming.
- Hiked around and through a 50-year old crater of said volcano. Story, you guessed it.
- Dressed in pastel-colored shifts, straw hats, sandals, bathing suits and pareos. Photos forthcoming.
- Returned, cleaned the entire house, again, interrupting the still, forever, endless, ongoing interior painting. Again.
- Prepared to host Christmas with my son, my middle sister, her husband and daughter. Scrounged a free wreath at Whole Foods, brought out our garaged boxes of decorations. Said, “Heck no,” to exterior Christmas lights. Said, “Heck yes,” to my sister and brother-in-law bringing a tree. They got the last one on the lot.
- Located our Aerobed and some packing tape to fix its broken valve so guests wouldn’t have to sleep on the floor.
- Eaten Christmas Eve dinner at a Chinese restaurant, as is our custom when we share the evening with said brother-in-law.
- Eaten Christmas Day dinner at my brother’s place in San Francisco, complete with a Cute Nephew-led walk to the park.
- Laid down sticky black shelf paper in 7 out of 12 newly painted shelves in my laundry room/larder. Decided, with an artist’s guidance, to write legends on them with a white pen. Felt Artsy.
- Dug up a whole bunch of acanthus, the Sisyphean rock of gardening.
- Ordered native plants to put under my oak tree.
- Scheduled the landscaping guys to come help me put said plants under said oak tree.
- Opened a box of homemade cookies sent, in a generous impulse, by @cindysavage, after a conversation on Twitter about how I don’t understand cookie exchanges. I do now.
- Roasted a pork belly according to Nigel Slater in his glorious book, Appetite. Eaten it for New Year’s Eve dinner at home, with roast potatoes and braised bitter greens. The belly, not the book.
- Seen Mr. Slater himself respond on Twitter to my tweet mentioning his writings. Squealed like an 11-year old. Me, not Mr. Slater.
- Made 2 more dinners out of pork belly leftovers. The more you cook it the better it gets.
- Taken delivery of our new bed, which meant moving the old one to the center of the bedroom, where it now sits, waiting for my daughter and her significant other to fetch it.
- Remembered, belatedly, that I will now need new king-sized sheets. Begun investigating linen, and imagining rough luxury, to say nothing of actually sleeping in said new bed.
- Finally, sat down.
Lots of wonderful activities is still a lot. I am guessing many of you have a list as long or even longer. Feel free to share.
The house painting, which, in retrospect is what made this seem like more than it was, will continue. But we’re almost done. I’ll tell you that story too.
For now, just a deep breath. Back to what my best friend calls, “Regular.” Where nothing is terribly shiny, or clean, or crowded, but celebratory in the small moments just the same.
Cookies by Cindy Savage of Crafty Broads. Photo by me, this morning, and Photoshop. Always discovering new tricks. Oh, and on Twitter, I’m @amidprivilege if you feel like chatting.