It is a truth universally acknowledged that a snuggly purring feline in one’s lap inhibits standing. So apparently I need to sit, pet Gypsy, work on some blog posts that don’t require standing and fetching pictures, and such.
Of course, every time she changes position or tries to make the laptop keyboard a spot on which to sprawl does create a few challenges.
But my cat isn’t spoiled.
It was a quiet New Year’s–by choice. Honestly it seemed muted most of the way around. I know a few people who went to some smaller parties, Restaurant Man was working, AudioGirl got off at the last minute, but there wasn’t the frantic rush or partying I’ve seen before. And after six weeks of new introductions followed by family holidays, I have retreated to Chez Hedgehog. Gypsy and I had cheese and crackers and I had some bubbly at midnight in NY. We watched Dick Clark, were amused at Ryan Seacrest’s automatic reaction to anything happening to be to turn and applaud (and look really startled when he realizes there’s not an audience to clap with him), debated if I wanted to go to the NKOTB-BSB tour (just for a second), and acknowledged that at least those guys can all carry tunes while Ke$ha…not so much. Gypsy, still worn out from chasing Sibling-the-Elder’s cat around the Incredibly-Patient-Mother’s house for five days and suffering the indignity of 2 car rides where she got Arby’s Roast Beef to snack on, curled up on the futon and snoozed.
So now we quietly (with respect for those who are hung over) usher in the new year. For the first month we’ll be assaulted with the knowledge that we all ate too much over the holidays and must want to exercise. We’ll be slammed with cleaning out, shaping up, eating right, and making huge changes that are anticipated to be abandoned by the third week of the month so we can be sold an excess of Valentine’s Day chocolate. For how else beyond excessive caloric intake could we possibly celebrate a holiday? Well…okay, fine, there’s also the roses and jewelry thing but aside from that.
Similarly to the start of the new school year, which is a major restart affecting us each September whether we’re in school or not, New Years is a nice–if arbitrary-time to make plans. It’s accepted that change will come after December 31.
Last year for me was a year of Up. And things went pretty well with that, though I can’t say I kept those ideas in the front of my mind at all times.
This year I find myself a little less planned.
General goals for the year:
- Write more. I love writing. I am healthiest and happiest when I am writing a lot.
- Self-organize. A lot of this is moving residual but I’m a rather cluttered disaster right now. So I need to continue to use up, clean out, be realistic, and allow myself to get rid of things.
- Spend time with people I care about. I’m back in a major city with two airports. I’m centrally located which means it’s a couple of hours to get to just about everyone. Plane ticket prices aren’t going down, the TSA will always be weird*, and the Blonde’s baby is only going to get bigger. (And friends and family who are reading this? Those airplanes fly both ways.)
- Do more than make the to-do list.
Over on Hedgehog Knitting I made a very specific and slightly rash goal. Last year I knit 13 km of yarn, or slightly more than 8 miles. That’s what I tracked. It’s not all that I knit but it’s 90% of it. So this year I set the bar at 20K–or around 12 miles. And I want most of that to be the yarn I have stashed around Chez Hedgehog. If I’m successful, and there’s no reason I shouldn’t be, it would make a huge dent in how many things you open around here and find yarn. It might mean a few more people get knitted gifts next Christmas even….who knows?
But as for now I will begin as I mean to go on. I’m going to go write out a quick–short–to do list and get all of those things done.
*I’ve traveled internationally since I was 15. I’ve been full body searched in several European airports. More than anything, I just feel for the poor women having to do it. Am I looking forward to full body search/back scatter? No. Do I think it really seems to help? No. Am I going to stop flying? No.