2008-12-26
Quiet.
Now cue the snow & rainstorms.
Spooks. This day of mine, so cold. My life calls for a better winter coat.
For me, the holidays feel like the holidays when we steep ourselves like cups of hot water--with tea leaves. I need to be steeped in tradition and holiday smells. I forgot to listen to my Sufjan album of Christmas tunes. But I went to bed after reading about the poetic ambitions of an American Man named Donald Hall, and I dreampt of trying to locate the name of a particular musician. And tomorrow we celebrate the wedding of a friend, and tomorrow we celebrate bad holiday gifts, and tomorrow we celebrate that the grab bag has returned to its roots, tomorrow we return to galactica. God bless! Achoo!
At the holiday party with Jon's dad's family there seemed to be a lot of fear and worry at the dinner table, and this was an uneasy feeling. A lot of faux real Christmas cutlery and plastic plates made to look real. I love them but confessed that I too cried when Obama was elected, and goodness was I in the minority. The party seemed to be feeling scared and Republican. The party seemed to be feeling that the economy was a machine they could no longer rely upon to fill their bellies. The best visitor--the grandfather in the Mets Christmas hat--made a quick appearance and returned to the better party his girlfriend was hosting. Back at home I canoodled on the couch with my dog. She smelled like popcorn and loved like the big beating heart that she is. Or the big vagina that she is (ha! sls that's for you and the sweet girl dogs of Northampton!)
Earlier that day, I admired the colors and urbanity of all the New Yorkers on the train ridehome. It was an shuttling motion of urban dogs at rest and their sophisticated parents. What a shame that these folks don't feel the suburbs they are expatriots of can harbor their dreams and lives. This is the crisis in the bedroom community, this is the brain drain I always lament. But their dogs looked happy, and drowsy, as I am happy and drowsy. God bless us, each and every one, Obama fearers, tennis playing trophy wives, young NYU graduates, the man who dropped his cell phone I picked up in the snowbank, the confused, the lost, the tired, the hyper. The musicians I am loving especially at this moment. Music is good at making me feel like it is the holidays.