And now, for my next trick.

I've been on holiday hiatus from everything. I'm not even sure what I've done the past week and a half. Right now I'm at R's house, until Sunday, which was preceded by a week in my home town.

Christmas Eve. My brother was away and we didn't have much planned. Sometimes I get people to do things by planting the seeds of ideas that appear to come from nowhere. I suggested to my parents that we aggressively Christmas carol, so we spent half an hour practicing songs and realized all three of us only knew one song completely. Then we decorated ourselves with giant red bows and went to a couple houses. As a reward for our rendition of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, we did shots.

My brother is talking about getting married and moving back to the city where we grew up and having bambinos. He's 2.5 years younger than me. I'm just going to reserve comment for another day.

For Christmas I got a long board, among other things. It's kind of a short form. You know. Also, R got us matching t-shirts FROM THE INTERNET. I actually thought that was pretty sweet, given that (1) he doesn't wear funny t-shirts but I do and now we can wear the same one together which has a special brand of hilarity, and (2) he doesn't order things from the internet, ever, he kind of distrusts most technology. You have to understand that my boyfriend is the most classically dressed man I have ever known.

I spent most of my week at home meeting up with people from the past, in various capacities. The older I get, the more it feels like a Reese Witherspoon movie, this year some of it felt like goodbye. Modern life makes goodbye so much more deliberate. R and I have spent our week here so far figuring out how to cook things by watching videos and then making them, sleeping, and watching movies. Our rack of lamb was outstanding.

Right now I'm listening to Peter Tosh. I will deny you, winter!

I'm disinclined to review the year because it seems so disjointed. Three acts that are just pieces. I guess a lot of memorable things happened, but they were mostly conclusions, and when I think about the whole I'm struck by how little life we get. How disturbingly short a synopsis could be. Three lines? On this snowed in day, it's all too brief. I only have one resolution - pleasure, in some measure, every day.