Archive for December, 2010


December 31, 2010

I don’t believe in New Year’s Eve. The year is ending. It’s a wind-down, not a party.

I do believe in New Year’s Day, and tomorrow is going to be fabulous. I’m creating a fort around my already massive bed. I’m re-organizing my sweater drawer and storage space, I’ll be writing, and I think I’ll take a wee road trip.

Tonight, though, I’ll mourn the endings. I’ve been lucky this year; the only ‘loved’ ones I’ve lost are some items that I actually have a love/hate relationship with. My credit cards. As of today, they have all been destroyed. Cut up into tiny pieces. I’ve consolidated, and called it quits. I am simply tired of even thinking about them.

For a very thrifty lady, it’s ridiculous how easily I can live above my means. It’s like I think being thrifty saves me. I shop at second-hand stores, and even that, only rarely, as I mend and patch everything. I gleefully snap up friends old sofas. I use my local library. I consume very little.

Unfortunately, life consumes me. I love my wine club membership, and my meals with my various book clubs and pub quiz teams and friends and neighbors. If a trip comes up, or a once-in-a-lifetime concert (and a lot of them are once-in-a-lifetime), or an odd treasure hunt through China Basin, then damn the expense.

I do budget. I visit my online banking site almost daily, to update transactions and peer short-sightedly at pie charts. I comparison shop. I delay large purchases until the right time. I tell myself exactly how much I have to spend this week. But then something unexpected happens, or someone unexpected turns up. And I don’t like to say no.

Enough. Out with the old. I recently discovered that I can drink water at a bar and have a good time. (Not AS good, but hey, that’s probably expected.) I’ve actually had the same amount of revolving debt for almost ten years (since my year-long roadtrip) but it’s starting to stick in my craw, and the recent changes to the banking industry have given the Fat Cats a bizarre urge to squash me, though I’ve never even been late with a payment.

So I’m done.

And tomorrow, I’ll start building everything back up. In a healthier, wiser way. No well-wishes tonight, but tomorrow I’ll wish you the very best New Year.

Merry Christmas

December 25, 2010

Boonie says Merry Christmas.

boonie dog wiggling, wearing reindeer ears

We had a nice day yesterday, and a nice drink with the sisters, and are looking forward to a wonderful dinner and romp with Buster this afternoon.

I forgot to take pictures of most of my crafts this year, but I did snap a pic of the embroidery I did for Lala, of her awesome drawing of Loretta Lynn, Vampire Hunter:

black embroidery on white linen of Loretta lynn, vampire hunter

Then I came up, slept the sleep of the weary, and woke up to make Boonie pose on the disheveled couch, en deshabille.

Boonie with reindeer ears

Nowhere, no mind

December 15, 2010

I’ve got nothing. Very little energy, and nothing to write about. Rather than try to force something out, which would feel a bit like sticking my finger down my throat and wiggling it right now, I’ll just leave you with a beautiful sunrise over the Oakland cranes.

cranes in the morning

Pickin’ it back up…

December 2, 2010

Right, November stank. Sorry NaNoWriMo, even your gloriousness (and you are glorious) could not improve the month. 12 hour days at work were the norm. Friends got broken, hit by cars, diagnosed with awfulness. Hospital visits were plentiful.

Today’s a brand new day. Okay, actually yesterday was, but I was too busy yesterday to post. I had to wake up crazy early, in order to carpool and get some stuff done at work before anyone came in to distract me, and I remembered something. I love mornings! Love ’em! I had forgotten, seduced by my warm bed and cuddling puppy. My mornings had fallen into a comfortable routine.

Today, I arose before dawn, without the help of my alarm clock. I was at the Port of Oakland before the sunrise. I sat on my car hood and snapped pictures, sipped coffee, and killed leftover cinnamon rolls. I can’t wait to get home and process the film. It was a wonderful start to the day, and reminded me that I’m never happy when I’m slothful. Even if I have to work until midnight tonight, it will still have been worth it to get that creative kick in the morning.

urban mill in Oakland