Things are springing
I have continued to try to clean rooms - the kitchen today, but it's bigger and less straightforward and i got lost somewheres around the stove and had to leave the house (that is, realized it was sunny and 6 and going up, and wanted to leave).
And there was CBC radio one on a small radio blaring in my kitchen, and that was what I wanted, and cats that are sleeping in one bed every day now,not a one-time fluke, but a habit.
It was 5 degrees and sunshine was pouring through windows, and I put on
my brand-new-yet-ages-old high top shoes that let the water in and
ventured into glorious sunshine.
And then, coming home, I missed the connecting bus that would get me exactly to my door, my bags were stupid heavy and my socks were wet; the wind that had been blowing me kisses earlier in the day was trying to bite.
But I made it home. Home to pizza and a cleaner kitchen and peace, for once. Home to Secretary, which is a movie that I muchly love if only for its ability to share the concept of love, in a way that only the lover and the loved can understand.
I re-dyed my hair, or tried, and painted my toenails baby-baby pink - I'm trying to come out of hibernation here, away from the dark and the cold and the lost that, yes, I admit, was what I was mainly feeling around Christmas. Because it's the season. For new life and beginning again. Again.
