Addendum:
1 camera found (by the lovely Cambridge Skating Club folks)
17 days until 12/28, when I get to see Jessica!
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Guess it’s been a slow week!
Updates:
1 camera lost (along with pictures of Grace’s first skating lesson)
1 Christmas tree decorated in our living room
0 job offers
1 private school application down
2 private school applications to go
5 days of school until winter break
250 Christmas cards addressed and put into mailbox this afternoon
1 screaming, whining male toddler for sale (v. cute)
Tell me whom you love and I will tell you who you are. – Arsene Housssaye
Grey’s Anatomy is beginning to bore me with its incredibly self-conscious profundity. There are occasional evenings, though, when I’m in that kind of mood and the voiceovers make me think. Last night’s commentary about who we truly love, who we choose to be close to, fell upon such open ears. I spent today pinwheeling through those I love most dearly; thinking about people from all the various phases of my life. Christmas cards put me in this frame of mind as well. I love seeing pictures and reading notes from people I haven’t heard from in months or years, and equally love sending our missives out into the world to reconnect with people I love and have lost touch with.
What a mixed and marvelous group it was who occupied my thoughts today! I’ve been deeply blessed by the individuals that life has brought me. The true native speakers are a very small crowd, and you know who you are.
Here we are, heading towards the solstice, my most contemplative time of the year. I’ll quote it in its entirety on the 21st, but for now, two passages from Adrienne Rich’s poem Towards the Solstice, one of my very favorites.
I am trying to hold in one steady glance/All the parts of my life.
We are moving towards the solstice/And there is still so much here/I do not understand.
The solstice, the rain, thoughts of those dear from years past and from today. Going to bed on this rainy dark Friday night, love to all who travel with me.
I hope at least SOME of my (2? 3?) readers pick up on the quote below. That was the point of the post. Drunken man crossing an icy street. Midnight in early January, 1994, Princeton, New Jersey, anyone?
One funny detail is that I had to tell my grandparents the real story before our wedding because we knew it would come up at the rehearsal dinner. I fear I squandered my 15 minutes of fame awfully pathetically.
“It’s like watching a drunken man cross an icy street”
Pretty much how I feel like I go through life. Aaron Sorkin speaks the truth.
If I take this Providence job I’ll have a lot of time in the car to have reactions to music. Tonight could not stop thinking about Kennedy after hearing “Leather and Lace” – wow, was he a wonderful part of my life. One of this world’s great people, one of the first to really believe in me. That song, every single time, brings me back to summer of 1993!
Have I mentioned how much I love Amanda Peet? Matt and I are having dinner with her cousin, our dear friend Tucker, on Saturday night. Unfortunately he didn’t acquiesce to my request that he bring her to our wedding (where he was a groomsman), but I am looking forward to getting the Studio 60 inside scoop this weekend.