Today is one of Those Days. I’ve got a major case of anxiety, which I’m tracing back to the earthquake in Haiti – natural disasters which devastate large groups of already-impoverished people inevitably lead to me to question why bad things happen, why things like this are out of our control, what we can do, why any sort of God or Universe or what have you would allow it. BUT, because I can think of nothing more loathsome and offensive than whining about how an earthquake in Haiti has really ruined MY day, dammit, I’m gonna gather up all that anxiety into a tight little ball in my stomach, roll it around until it’s shiny and smooth, warm it up until it’s something good and hopeful, and offer it as a little glowing prayer for all the people who could use one of those right about now.
Oh, and I’m gonna donate. (In case you haven’t heard, texting “HAITI” to 90999 will automatically donate $10 to the Red Cross; texting “YELE” to 501501 sends $5 to wyclef jean’s Yele Foundation; and if you go to the Red Cross website you can donate using your one-click Amazon setup if you have one. Technology used for good, not evil. Melikes.)
And though it seems somewhat crass to do a blah blah blah update when there are so many more important things happening in the world, I haven’t updated in about a month and this is the time I set aside for it, so.
I was at my parents’ house for Christmas this year. It was really lovely, and I was blown away by the thoughtfulness of the gifts I received. It seemed like my parents and siblings and I all really put a lot of thought into what we wanted to give/do for one another this year. My parents got me a Connecticut Journal (newspaper) dated December 23, 1793 featuring articles by George Washington and John Adams… I almost couldn’t breathe when I opened it. (My initial response, actually, was to scream, “WHY DO YOU KEEP BUYING ME NICE THINGS?!?!?! I DO NOT FEEL ADULT ENOUGH TO TAKE CARE OF A RELIC OF AMERICAN HISTORY!!!”)
(I’ve since calmed, and discovered that all I really need to do is frame it on archival quality matboard and under special UV-protectant glass. Phew.) But yea, fucking amazing gift.
I also received the Lomo LC-A+ I’d been lusting after, and – hilariously – a still-functional Teddy Ruxpin, which my mom found for me on ebay in order to shut me up, because I’ve been complaining to her since I was five years old that I never had one even though my cousin did. (We couldn’t afford one when I was a kid… and I’ll tell you, I wept countless bitter tears over that fact, as only a particularly dramatic elementary-schooler can.) Thankfully, this gift means that my own children will never have to experience the privation of going through life without an animatronic talking bear around to tell them stories before bedtime.
New Years Eve was spent in fairly pathetic fashion, hanging out at home with my parents. (Not that it’s pathetic to hang out with one’s parents, but y’know, I’m 26 years old and I nearly fell asleep before the ball dropped. So. Loserville. That’s all I’m saying.) We were supposed to spend NYE nestled up in a cabin in the mountains, but alas, there was a snowpocalypse which left an icy residue 6 inches thick on the driveway leading to said cabin, so it was a no-go. All my siblings spent the evening out on the town with their significant others, so it was just me and the ‘rents. I think my mom and I watched a House marathon until about 11:55 – or was it an SVU marathon? I don’t know, so many marathons – and then we all drank a little champagne and went to bed.
Though not before I made my typically long list of resolutions, of course. While I have made a habit of sharing my resolutions in the past (in other, earlier reincarnations of this blog) I’ve had the resultant experience of being roundly mocked for them by, ahem, some. (Yea, I’m looking at you, Grant.) Do some of them tend to be a little overly-earnest? Sure – but then, so do I. In any case, they pretty much come down to one thing, which I guess is kinda my theme for the year: Fuck Being Comfortable. So. We’ll see how that goes.
A few days after New Years, I flew back home, lil sis in tow. As you may recall, Sis was supposed to come visit me for a week following her high school graduation last spring, but was waylaid by a two-week-long hospital stay. So, this was sort of her make up trip. Because of school, she could only stay for 4 full days, but we had a great time. We went to museums, I took her to see Wicked, we lounged around baking cookies and drinking hot chocolate… it was equal parts fun and relaxing. She and I don’t get to spend all that much time together – she was only 10 when I moved away to go to college, and we haven’t lived in the same city since – so it was nice to get some one-on-one sister time in. Unfortunately, Finn was away at school for most of the week, but they got to do a little last minute bonding as well.
What else what else what else… Oh! I saw Avatar in IMAX 3-D, which was fantastic. It was much more subtle than most 3-D movies I’ve seen (with the notable exception of Coraline, which was the first I’d seen that didn’t try and constantly bombard you with gimmicks, Jack-in-the-Box style, but instead used the technology to gentle, scene-enhancing effect). Avatar’s story was so-so – kind of a Pocahontas meets Fern Gully in Space thing, with no real surprises – but it was just so pretty. My pal @samfeasor does a much better job of dissecting it here (“Why Avatar Didn’t Suck Like I Thought it Would”) for anyone who’s interested in reading her queer, gamer-girl, tech-savvy take on the whole thing.
And so that pretty much brings us up to this week. Finn is still out of town for school, but she got called back for a birth Monday night, and we had time for a quick lunch yesterday afternoon before she had to head back. I had seen her two days earlier, over the weekend, but there’s something nice about seeing someone special when it’s unexpected. I got all googily.
Last night I hung out with QS. We’ve been going through some stuff, friendship-wise, finally working out some unspoken shit we’ve been carrying around for too long, and we’re making a more concerted effort to spend good quality time together as a result of that work. Last night we cooked dinner and drank too much wine (or I did, anyway) and had an impromptu dance party in her living room. It was a good night. I only wish there were pictures…
This week I’m hanging out with Gem, writing, running a million errands, and getting the house ready for K&J, who are visiting for the weekend. I think I’m going to have to give them better names, they show up in this blog more than I’d anticipated. Hmm. Okay. I dub them Bert and Ernie. (Everyone knows Bert and Ernie were gay, right? It’s perfect!) Ha.
– Pomegranate, Whose heart is still sad