It occurred to me that I have no idea what Boxing Day is? I thought to ask Siri but decided to wait and ask a person. I’m invited to a brunch this morning. There will be humans there that can answer questions. It seems like something I should know? Well, if I knew at some time it’s lost now.
This morning is very dark and foggy. It looks like there was some rain. A crow is calling somewhere near by. No sign of the coyotes yet.
I slept very very well. Hardly any pain. I feel rested. The coffee is tasty.
I made cookies! The little spritz ones with almond flour and later in the evening some chocolate chip. I used white and dark chips, some walnuts. They aren’t exactly as I envisioned but good nonetheless. The little spritz came out very cute. There are trees and wreaths.
Eight twenty now. The puzzles are done. I got the WORDLE in two guesses! That’s pretty amazing.
The radiator is clanking a bit now. I think it’s pretty warm out? In the forties?
I cleared off the dining room table and the kitchen counter in preparation for cookie baking. The table looks great! I haven’t seen it in ages. It’s part desk and catch all. There were piles of rocks and beach glass, recipes and stacks of lists, photos from walks. I got out the furniture polish and worked it in to the sad looking wood. It looks beautiful!!
I’m hoping the cleared off table will inspire more of the same. I’m such a Bower bird! A magpie! Seeing the cleared and open space is refreshing.
So, I’m okay. I made it through a total solo Christmas and Christmas Eve. I had some trepidation, some contraction & feeling of disappointment. Then somehow I just let it go. I somehow leaned into what there was to do around here, cleaning and clearing, baking. Staying in the moment, the day passed.
I have no idea what there was to be disappointed about? I live a solo life. It’s an odd thing that comes over me. Maybe I can better explain another time.
The point is, right here, right now, I’m safe and comfortable. There is so much to be grateful for. The greatest gift is thirty two sober holiday seasons. I’m grateful for this apartment in this place. For a few phone calls and text messages. I’m grateful for plenty of food and a cup of coffee. For the view out this window. For walks to the beach with my neighbor.
🎄☮️🎄💟🎄
Spinster Life 