New Year

I found this on another blog that I read and it is the perfect poem for how I have been feeling for the last week or so:

IT IS TIME TO TIDY UP YOUR LIFE

It is time to tidy up your life!
Into your body has leaked this message.
No conscious actions, no broodings
Have brought the thought upon you.
It is time to take into account
What has gone and what has replaced it.
Living your life according to no plan
The decisions were numerous and
The ways to go were one.
You stand between trees this evening;
The cigarette in your cupped hand
Glows like a flower.
The drizzle falling seems
To wash away all ambition
There are scattered through your life
Too many dreams to entirely gather.
Through the soaked leaves, the soaked grass,
The earth-scents and distant noises
This one thought is re-occurring.:
It is time to take Into account what has gone,
To cherish and replace it.
You learnt early that celebrations
Do not last forever,
So what use now the sorrows that mount up ?
You must withdraw your love from that
Which would kill your love.
There is nothing flawless anywhere,
Nothing that has not the power to hurt.
As much as hate, tenderness is the weapon of one
Whose love is neither perfect nor complete.

- Brian Patten

Something about January makes me want to tidy everything and clean up all the messes. Maybe because of all the (happy) clutter that is Christmas? I don't know. But right now I want nothing more than to clean the ever-loving hell out of my house. Which can be rather a depressing and monumental undertaking with 3 super shedding animals. I swear Moose exhales and there is a big poof of dog hair.

Helping in my desire to clean and then to re-decorate the house, is the commitment issues that winter weather seems to have this year. It has been very warm, and while I would love January to behave like January, I must say I do like wearing my tank top's and sitting outside. (What is really funny to me: people who wear super puffy down coats when it is 61 and sunny outside.) And the warm weather means open windows. And for some reason that makes me want to CLEAN! Except that I am also LAZY! And I would rather whine about the house being a haven for shedded dog hair, because it is much more fun to roll around on the floor with Freya. Who cares if we end up smelling like old sweat socks??

Come to Mama

Where can I get a cup this big??? Mama need coffee!

Nova Scotia

I am in love with the idea of Nova Scotia these days. There is something about the maritime that just calls to me, not that I have any real idea what I'd be getting myself into but it sure would be fantastic to live there.


Can't you just smell the fresh sea air???

Chompers

We have a new tooth! A pretty little bottom tooth that made it's grand entry Saturday afternoon. Now if someone would just pose pretty with her mouth all open so that I can get a picture of it....

In other news! Um. It snowed yesterday. A sure sign of the Apocalypse is SNOW in Atlanta. Or at least that's what Atlanta natives think. Sheesh. And I voted in the run-off election this morning. The fear-mongering Republican ad's were so horrible and so incredibly incorrect! I am afraid that most of the ignorant red-necks down here are going to buy that crap hook, line and sinker. I don't know if Martin was out of money or what, but there was NOTHING from his camp in response to those ads. It was four weeks of "we can't let Obama GET AWAY WITH IT!!" They weren't too clear on what he was going to get away with... but it's sure to be SOMETHING SCARY. Of course, there folks down here were calling him Osama, so ya know, we aren't dealing with the intelligentsia or anything.

Back to happier thoughts: kiddo should be crawling by Christmas. She can get up on all fours and rock back and forth really well; and last night she started to be able to move a leg forward a little bit. And then she lost her balance and fell over.

Christmas

My God - I am overrun with Christmas already! Some stores have had their early X-mas stuff out since mid-August. Man, I remember back when I worked retail and I had people yelling at me because of a small Christmas display up in the back of the store at Halloween. Not that I didn't agree with them, I find the retailification of Christmas gross. I prefer to have Christmas be about family and the traditions that we have and not have it be about a shopping festival.

I do love the tree, lights and cozy feeling that I get this time of year. And this year I even get to have real eggnog. Sadly I am super excited about that. My good friend Evan Williams makes a splendid nog. Add a little nutmeg and enjoy.

Hm. Keeping up with the kid makes typing entries sorta tricky. She is almost crawling, she can get up on all fours and rock, and something tells me that this is the last of the quiet time we will have. Not that we are all that quiet, but things are about to go up a notch or two or ten. And in the next couple of days we will have our Christmas outfit photo shoot for the Christmas cards.

And now as I have a squiggly little monkey I think that it's time to runnoft.

WOO!

Got a new job! Suddenly everything is all sunshine and flowers! Man, life is gonna be rough for the dogs next week; they will be back in their kennels during the day. Misha, however, might throw a party. Finally!! I get to wear all my cute new work clothing! Yay!

Barack The Vote