03
Jan
That New Leaf Thing: Conversations with God
Table for 20?
I trucked the Little Family out to Richmond/Pinole (I never know which one it is) for dinner with some friends. It was a no-brainer. Something we’ve done as friends for a few years. I don’t even remember when/where we started.
All I know is that it’s always a good time, and all I know is that these are the ties that bind.
The holidays leave me thinking…leave me wondering about what’s coming up or what’s next in my life. The New Year brings loads of resolutions, reflections, and moments whereupon I wonder what new challenge to take on or what thing to redo. As you can tell, I’ve decided to retake up blogging on a more deeper level than the 140 I’ve been giving you. No, you’re welcome.
Anyway, for the last few days I’ve been playing full-time moms; my folks have been away and I have some time off from work. It’s been nice. Busy, but nice. It’s wonderful to see Bambina do Bambina things. Fun to see Husbandido do Husbandido things (pass out in Bambina’s tent…wtf). I’ve lost track of days - I don’t even know what the numeric date is. 2nd? 4th? Monday? Life is delicious like that.
But my routine is still there. Wake up a little early, quality time with Bambina, make coffee for Husbandido, feed parrot. Watch hours upon hours of Sprout. Do Wiggles dances. Geez. No, I wouldn’t trade it for the world. It seems simple, uncomplicated. I read books (A Thousand Splendid Suns, The Lovely Bones, Beautiful Struggle, Mountain Man Dance Moves, all the Twilight Books…all in the last month). It’s simple. I tweet. I read updates. Barrel through my RSS feeds. I move through the day fluidly. Certain days it feels languid.
But without the pressure of work and the constant need to produce and serve others, I’m turning inside to listen to myself more and find out not just resolutions, but revolutions and reflections. Three R’s? Maybe.
I am reeling from a friend’s passing. Just a few days ago. I don’t even know how to talk about it or how to put it out there other than this. Over dinner we talked about it in hushed terms, that rawness making it hard to say more than, wow. This whole post, this is the paragraph that I am literally staring at the screen trying to figure out what to say.
Sometimes you don’t have to say anything.
