Saturday, 27 December 2014
Allan made a breakfast of fresh egg from Garden Tour Nancy’s flock of hens.
In the kitchen window, the paperwhites had grown so tall that they were hidden behind the lacy valance. I moved them down to sink level.
I spent the day blogging about Lisa’s party. One more event was scheduled for the month: music at the Sou’wester Lodge on Saturday evening.
Sean quietly sang maritime stories of fog, rivers, sails, waves, lighthouses, mariners. He spoke of how he has been writing songs with his best friend since age 14 and he now has a fifteen year old daughter. It’s too bad, I thought, that Montana Mary and I did not continue our 14-year-old musical collaboration.
Laura sang more gentle folk songs. She said, “I don’t have very many upbeat songs so I have to strategically place them”. She referred several times to The Gambler as being one of her favourite songs, one she might sing later that evening at the karaoke bar just down the block. I was grateful she did not sing it at the Sou’wester as it is possibly my least favourite song. She spoke of playing Cards Against Humanity with some young “whippersnappers” and how that had segued into a serious talk about senility (because part of the game was a joke about senility, to go along with jokes about rape, racism, and the Holocaust). I wondered if she Laura felt the sense of despair about humans that I feel every time I hear that someone likes that game. My sense of humour, and I do have one, so does not work that way. The usual wave of baffled disheartenment about the game’s popularity distracted me from the next song. Even though I heard a couple of enthusiastic audience murmurings of “I LOVE that game”, I comforted myself with the realization that most of the gentle readers of this blog (all twenty of you!) would likely share my reaction.
I was glad we had stirred ourselves out of the house to sit in the comfortable old lodge, and we intend to go back for more shows in 2015.
Sunday, 28 December 2014
A Facebook message reminded me that an imaginary friend was visiting the Peninsula, about to make the transition to being a “met in real life” friend. Thus another social outing presented itself, having dinner at the Depot with Sonya and her friend Paul. I had met Sonya online in gardening forums and email lists, probably including the old Rainyside Gardeners forum. We now knew each other through Facebook and would finally meet over dinner at the Depot Restaurant.
First, I decided it was time for Christmas at home to be over. Allan heartily agreed, saying “I’m ready to move on.”
The only hint of Christmas left indoors was Garden Tour Nancy’s chicken Christmas card (too cute to put away yet) and the beautifully decorated Joy Cup candy that was sent to us by Allan’s Aunt Dorothy and Uncle Hal.
Allan took some sunset photos from the back garden.
With the house restored to cozy everyday life, we departed for the Depot.
Over 30 years ago, Sonya and I frequented many of the same places such as the old Monastery all ages dance club in Seattle. We conversed about the present day, having gone over the old days when we first met online.
Among our selections of delicious dinner fare:
Over appetizers (oysters, crab mac, and carne asada), Sonya showed me the photos she had taken today whilst she and Paul took a long bike ride on the Discovery Trail through the dunes from Long Beach all the way to a walk up to the North Head Lighthouse. She says I can share them with you. Here’s a breath of fresh air, much needed since I’ve been mostly staying home reading.
Monday, 29 December 2014
Cold weather and a good book kept me indoors again.
I’ve been turning into such a night person, and have had increasing insomnia, with reading till 4 AM and not being able to sleep till 6 AM, so I am not seeing much daylight.
This schedule simply must change in January, as I have garden clean up to do at home before work begins anew in February. Meanwhile, I have stacks of books to read and the wee morning hours are the most peaceful time. In the last few days and nights, I’ve read these excellent books:
Tuesday, 30 December 2014
While I read The Signature of All Things, Allan took down the most Christmasy of the exterior lights (icicles and strings of multi coloured bulbs). We will leave some plain white and some purple lights up for special occasions all year. It was so cold out (just below freezing, which is cold by our standards) that he had to take several breaks. He did notice with interest that I had a clematis in bloom on the west side of the garage. It is ‘Freckles’, and it is normal for it to bloom in winter.
Wednesday, 31 December 2014
Once again, as the year closes, and as I have done many times this year, I wrote a long thing (dirge? sludge? mortification? revelation?) about emotions, friendship, the changing of the year, and more and then deleted it because, well, I suppose this is a gardening blog, after all. This time, I saved it all to a draft while I consider publishing it or not. Instead, here is an excellent post by a friend of mine on her own revelations about having to give up the dream of a perfect white picket fence family. This paragraph, about friends lost through divorce, especially spoke to me: “Some people are lifelong friends and some are not AND THAT is OK. … Maybe I should add on my to-do list: lift less weight. Or drop the bars, turn the page and start writing a new story. Change the characters, develop a better plot, think through the hero’s crux with more purpose, and seek positive resolution. Good writers abandon dead end plots and sequences to invent newer, more bold and brave context to draw in the audience. I am officially discarding the text with no purpose and intentionally interacting with my tale with nothing but LOVE and LIGHT.”
Meanwhile, the rest of today will consist of this:
My plan is to next share a garden visit that is planned for New Year’s Day, as our big plans for New Year’s evening involve watching a movie (Baraka: A World Beyond Words), followed by the Seattle fireworks on telly. As the New Year begins, I hope to share some of my favourite passages from the books I’ve been reading. Wishing you the best possible 2015.