new year's


Just after midnight, Pacific time. We've played our games of Munchkin, I've infected Debbie with a fascination for the card game Set, and our night is done. I'm not packed, but all the Gessamans are in varying stages of bedding down for a long winter's nap.

It's time to go home.

Twitterlog for January 1, 2008

  • 12:07 AM PT: The west coast slackers have finally hit 2008. Happy new year to any of you who are still sober.
  • 12:41 AM PT: I see you, @crazybutable - hugs to you and your girls. :)
  • 1:55 AM PT: Quiet chat with @adamrg, now snuggled up under greatest blanket gift EVAR. Warm toes and hands? Happy Amy.
  • 8:57 AM PT: Boiling water for tea. Soon, reading as the house wakes up.

Twitterlog for December 31, 2007

  • 11:48 AM PT: Coffee and donuts at Tim Horton's, followed by hugs goodbye. I waited far too long to see these friends.
  • 11:57 AM PT: Crossing bridge in Surrey. Decemberists on the iPod, and a quiet grey sky. Content.
  • 12:24 PM PT: Easiest border interrogation ever. Welcome back to America!
  • 2:26 PM PT: Lunch w/a friend of Adam's whom, I learned, already knew me through my blog!
  • 5:06 PM PT: [] Pacific time -

Pacific time

This is quickly becoming one of my favorite photos of Brad.Brad

How to put this. How to say it in words. How to damp down thought, impression, compulsion into mere vocabulary, and leave it out for the world to see.

I hugged Brad, and I made a squeaky noise. When I had awakened earlier that morning and realized that I would see him and Alice that day, I realized it had been too long since I had seen them. Years too long.

astrally schizophrenic

What's the fun of fulfilling expectations, anyway? Since everyone else is using the date of 1 January to look forward, I thought I'd do the very definition of a 180 and look back in the opposite direction, knowing I'll end up revealing just as much about myself but in my usual thoroughly underhanded manner.

So let's look backwards, to the day of my birth.

new year's evensong

For those of you far and near, a hug and a toast. We are in our comfortable clothes, Jeff and I, me tapping out words on a keyboard while he tidies the computer room behind me. We have plans for the evening, quiet plans with a new set of friends; with PHE falling shortly after New Year's, this holiday tends to be a calm weekend of preparation for us.It's found me doing everything from replacing burnt-out bulbs in the foyer to doing initial prep work for the PHE bar. I'm best described as living in a state of constant, low-level nervousness and excitement.