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All the little things
Nov. 26th, 2006 09:21 amAh well it's Sunday and I think I'm feeling reasonably normalish. Thanksgiving was wonderful. The Story House welcomed old and new friends into her bosom with that magic power she has to make everyone feel ... I was going to say "like family" but even better than family in some cases you know? Gatherings at the Story House feel like salons, but instead of intellectual discussion (though there is some of that, sometimes) it's a salon for humor and warmth and laughter. Thanksgiving brought out the best in our dear home.
Me, I let myself slide a little too close to my inner Martha Stewart. If not for Dr. Breana I would probably have made myself and my guests insane with my "no! the seating chart says...." as a few of our confirmed guests dropped out. The only drama, which is only in my own mind and which I continue to fret about, was the absence of my Spanish teacher who arrived early and while I was dressing and everyone else was out back. I didn't follow the clues of strange knocking like noises (it never occurred to me to answer the door because it was so early) and a strange car that appeared to be turning around in our yard until I found the pumpkin pie on the door, his designated item. I kept expecting him to come back, I tried to email him but only had his address at school, I didn't have a number for him and it's unlisted, and we still haven't heard from him even though my number is in the invite. I've swung around indignant, frustrated, sad and disappointed and worried ever since.
So I don't know if it was that upset lingering or Dr. B leaving after even more firmly entrenching herself in our familyheart and being so sad to leave, or the leftover mess or maybe the anticlimax of so much preparation but I've spent the last couple of days in a mild depression, if that's even what it is. A vague "eh" malaise is more like it I guess. The party was wonderful but left no half life. Maybe that's why I enjoy the Eve Feast so much. Before there's a chance to be let down by it being over it's Christmas!
But, we had no visitors in our bed last night for the first time in over a week and I slept well. Woke up feeling pretty ok. Could be helped by watching Happiness off of Pete's list last night. Honestly, I don't know what to say about that movie yet, it needs to settle down in my mind, but it certainly had the affect of letting my innate gratitude overcome my malaise.
And now today I will have to catch up on all the stuff I should have been doing this weekend instead of laying around, working in the garden and playing with the girls. I have a Spanish composition due, must study for a test and also study for the oral exam coming up in a week. )Holy crap, by Dec. 6th I will be done with class and in the final push to make sure my grades get where they need to be in time to GRADUATE.) I also have 2 Comforts to work on, but they're positive ones that won't take me to soul-exposing places of grief, so that's good. Rearranging the house back to its normal chaos is on the list today too.
So ahhh.
Me, I let myself slide a little too close to my inner Martha Stewart. If not for Dr. Breana I would probably have made myself and my guests insane with my "no! the seating chart says...." as a few of our confirmed guests dropped out. The only drama, which is only in my own mind and which I continue to fret about, was the absence of my Spanish teacher who arrived early and while I was dressing and everyone else was out back. I didn't follow the clues of strange knocking like noises (it never occurred to me to answer the door because it was so early) and a strange car that appeared to be turning around in our yard until I found the pumpkin pie on the door, his designated item. I kept expecting him to come back, I tried to email him but only had his address at school, I didn't have a number for him and it's unlisted, and we still haven't heard from him even though my number is in the invite. I've swung around indignant, frustrated, sad and disappointed and worried ever since.
So I don't know if it was that upset lingering or Dr. B leaving after even more firmly entrenching herself in our familyheart and being so sad to leave, or the leftover mess or maybe the anticlimax of so much preparation but I've spent the last couple of days in a mild depression, if that's even what it is. A vague "eh" malaise is more like it I guess. The party was wonderful but left no half life. Maybe that's why I enjoy the Eve Feast so much. Before there's a chance to be let down by it being over it's Christmas!
But, we had no visitors in our bed last night for the first time in over a week and I slept well. Woke up feeling pretty ok. Could be helped by watching Happiness off of Pete's list last night. Honestly, I don't know what to say about that movie yet, it needs to settle down in my mind, but it certainly had the affect of letting my innate gratitude overcome my malaise.
And now today I will have to catch up on all the stuff I should have been doing this weekend instead of laying around, working in the garden and playing with the girls. I have a Spanish composition due, must study for a test and also study for the oral exam coming up in a week. )Holy crap, by Dec. 6th I will be done with class and in the final push to make sure my grades get where they need to be in time to GRADUATE.) I also have 2 Comforts to work on, but they're positive ones that won't take me to soul-exposing places of grief, so that's good. Rearranging the house back to its normal chaos is on the list today too.
So ahhh.
