I'm finally out of my pajamas. The day after Christmas, I stayed in my jammies until 4 p.m. But the last couple of days I've gotten dressed first thing. This is how I know Christmas is winding down. Suddenly I feel the need to do constructive things with my time. Long hours of reading are no longer psychically possible--the guilt factor (I'm not getting enough done!) has kicked back in.
Oh, but what reading I have done! I got a bodacious number of books for Christmas and have been dipping into all of them, too greedy to just stick with one. Here's a partial list:
*As Always, Julia: The Letters of Julia Child and Avis DeVoto (marvelous!)
*The Dirty Life: On Farming Food and Love by Kristin Kimball (a wonderful book, but has totally disabused my notion that I could ever be a farmer--too hard!)
*The Warmth of Other Suns: The Epic Story of America's Great Migration by Isabel Wilkerson (history that reads like a novel--thoroughly compelling)
*Picture This by Lynda Barry (my favorite comics artist; I asked for this book because I would like to draw more)
I also got books on cheese-making (I'm going to give it a try!) and generating your own electricity (through pedaling, mostly), and playing the fiddle.
We've had a very nice Christmas, but the boys are starting to self-destruct, another sure sign that it's time to return to regular life and send their sweet behinds back to school.
Resolutions? I've made a few. The annual resolution: Stand up straight. I have lousy posture, always have. I spent most of my childhood slouched over a book and have my own little dowager's hump to prove it. Essentially, I have been slouching for 46.5 years, but when I remind myself to stand up straight, I always feel immediately energized and much, much taller.
Otherwise, I would like to lose 25 pounds without dieting. I hate diets. But when I cut out sugar and up my proteins, I find that the weight comes off, slowly. I had a good run with this last fall, but for some reason I was psychologically overwhelmed by all the Halloween candy and fell off the wagon. Now I'm back on. I'll let you know what happens.
This year, I swear, I promise, I'm going to go to the fiddle jams at High Strung, our local music store. The jams are geared toward beginning fiddlers, and I've been told I would by no means be the worst. I really, really want to do this, but I've felt shy about it. But not this year! In 2011, I will jam.
I also want to draw more this year. I love to draw. I don't have any particular talent, but I enjoy it, but for awhile now I've had a hard time letting myself do stuff that wasn't productive. I haven't been very good at playing. I'm going to try, though. I'm resolved.
Well, it's time to go take down the Christmas decorations. You know, if someone put a flyer in my mailbox for a Breaking Down Christmas team, I'd hire 'em.
Happy 2011, everyone!
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