Little Gifts

Awoke to snow today. It wasn't alot, and I had reason to believe there wouldn't be a closing today, so we saddled up Linda's Subaru and she drove me in. Pulled into the parking lot...the big, wide, empty parking lot. I called the main number & heard the magic words that delight me even more now as an adult than as a child. We ran a couple of errands, came home to deal with clearing the driveway, and now the day is mine. Putting on fleece and settling in with a book. More recovered than not from the flu, but a day of rest is just what the doctor ordered. 

Linda took the photos at dawn;  the one above is our house taken from the botto of the driveway. The one below is the coop, taken from our front door.

Wishing you a peaceful day, snow or not!

PS.....brownies are already baking!

Brief Pause

Hi all!  I haven't fallen off the planet. A bout of the flu (despite October's flu shot) has rendered me unable to do almost anything for most of a week. Have managed to drag myself in to work the last two days (because this is a very busy time for us, which is why I get a flu shot), but that's taking all my energy (and definitely leaving me with a deficit). I promise to be back at it, and to catch up on everyone else's doings, as soon as I can (literally) catch my breath.

Thanks to all who so kindly commented on my last post; I never imagined my ranting at the turn of the year would touch others. From the time I was very young, my dream has been to write in a way that would make others think, "Yes! That's exactly what I was feeling!", so to read some of your comments and know that maybe I'd come close to that was a profound gift.

Hope this finds you all well!

Here We Go Again!

Dear 2012,

   

  I have to be honest with you...you were in many ways a lousy year. You let my younger son move to Boston 'temporarily', but yesterday as we drove through the Bard College grounds and Red Hook, tears gathered in my eyes as I faced the reality he'll probably never live in the Hudson Valley again. Look, I get that Boston is good for him--young, vibrant, politically-minded soul that he is. He's made lots of friends, has a great job, and is out in the world doing and being. But I miss him. 

  You brought deep sadness to my older son, and I can't ever forgive you the pain you caused him, 2012. You should be ashamed of yourself hurting someone so fine and decent. He's struggling--and succeeding-- as hard as he can despite what you've hurled at him, and I'm so deeply proud of who he is, but you were needlessly cruel and for that alone I would hurt you like you've hurt him, if only I could, you heartless monster.

  You let me doubt myself and be a harsher self-critic than I've ever been. You taunted me with dreams of learning to spin well enough to produce a sweater for Linda by year's end. Ha! Not only did that not happen, I barely managed to pull off knitting a pair of basic socks. I was the remedial spinner who finally stopped going to class because I couldn't bear the thought of holding back the others and failing so publicly. Don't you think once in a while something could come easily? It would have killed you to let my love of wool translate into competence working with it?

  You threw up so many time-consuming obstacles, too many bills, and took our sweet Mots from us. Okay, she was a 15 year old cat, but she could have been with us longer. A year after you started I'm about to go back to the same job tomorrow. While I'm grateful to have a decent job with health benefits when so many don't, I thought you understood I expected you to produce a job I can feel good about, where the work is good for me and others. That's not much to ask, 2012. You killed our car, the one we're still making payments on, that we now call the paperweight. 

  Okay, honesty requires saying you had your good moments. We lost Mots, but gained Pip who makes us smile every time we see her. The chicken thing is actually working this time around. I may be a mediocre knitter, but I'm pretty good with felt and am realizing more and more how much I love the almost-alchemy of felting. You prompted me to write more...a mere fraction of what I should be doing, but more than I have in decades. And you showed me that if I tried hard enough, I could change some pretty bad habits....I gave up wheat and sugar and processed food for three months. Of course, you slipped up there and let me slide back into the mire of poor choices, too. How could you have let that happen, punted me right back to square one? On the plus side, you prompted me not to abandon blogging as I'd begun to, and as a result I've 'met' some wonderful people, great bloggers, and cyberspace seems just a teeny bit less vast. I'm grateful for that.

  But while honesty makes me admit there was some good, I'm ready to move on, 2012. I don't just 'need space'; we need to part company permanently. I'm ready for you to become a distant memory while I embrace the promise of 2013. It's time, and we both know it. So for the good stuff, thanks.....I enjoyed the laughs, the sweet pleasures, the love, the discoveries. But it's time to say goodbye, so long, don't let the door hit your arse on your way out. 

Sincerely,

Ashling

Dear 2013,

  

  Hi! I know we've barely just met, but it's so good to see you! This may be rushing things, jumping the gun, and being a tad presumptuous, but I can just feel that this is going to be a great relationship, 2013. I know, it takes two, and I'm ready to do my part. That wheat, sugar & processed food is going to hit the highway again; how can you & I have a great time if I feel heavy, itchy, achy, sluggish? And I'm going to go upstairs after sending you this letter and get the treadmill all set up; it's going to take some energy to keep up with you! We have lots of dedicated writing time, woolly work, and gardening to share. There are rituals to do, prayers to say, harvests to plant, gather and preserve, dogs and cats to love, wool to knit and felt, books to read, walks to take, places to explore.....sorry, I'm just excited and eager to get started!

  But you've been up since midnight, and are still pretty young, so why don't you go get some rest while I make some plans for us. There's so much to think, say, write, do...I'm not into kinky stuff, but I think you, dear 2013, and my beloved, Linda and I are going to make quite the threesome. 

Hugs,

Ashling

PS...Happy 2013, all!!! May she bless you with love and laughter, abundance and wonder.....