snow day...

...well, at least rain, sleet, cold and eventually snow day. try yuck day. too yucky to even think about getting out ~ unless you're REALLY important. and i'm not. tra la laaaa.

that makes me very happy.

with the passing of my father this thanksgiving, and the birth of my new niece, i've discovered the meaning of, well, everything. none of it really matters, and, at the same time, all of it means so much. does that make any sense? it does to me.

it's 11:26 a.m. and i have no intention of getting out of this sweat pant and bulky butt-covering sweater ensemble for the remainder of the day. i have happily consumed the 6 cups of coffee i brewed this morning, will probably wait too long to eat something, and will not set foot inside the gym. instead of practicing, i will watch baby boom for the thousandth time and pick up that knitting project i started in 1993 (not really ~ i wasn't even born then). or bake cookies that i shouldn't be eating. this is living, people. this is why i love winter.

i went to the bank the other day and the teller said, "are you ready for Christmas?" i replied, "yeah", and she said, "really? i'm not. i haven't bought one gift yet. there's so much to do, blah blah blah..." she went on and on. it never occurred to me that "are you ready" meant, "have you bought all your gifts". i'm simply ready to enjoy Christmas. does that mean i'm selfish? maybe it would be different if i had my own children to buy for. i'm absolutely numb to the gift-giving process this year. non-plussed. i wasn't when i was a kid, though. i was obsessed with all the gifts i would get. i loved new things ~ new clothes, toys, you name it. people say Christmas is best when you're a kid, but it's getting more magical for me every year. i couldn't help but focus on the gifts when i was a child. now, i just wish for a restful time off, great food, time with family, great food, time with my wonderful boyfriend, and great food.

oh yeah, and great food.

okay, i guess there has been a transfer of obsessions.