the interlude

I always find the time and space between Christmas and New Year's to be slightly awkward. Perhaps that's because I've always worked in education and I've never gone back to work in between the two holidays. and i was exhausted. Not sure. But it's truly a strange little piece of time that I don't always know exactly what to do with. Yes, i could use the time wisely and take down the tree and put away the decorations. And I could use the time to catch up on correspondence, errands, and cleaning closets. and i could call friends that i never have time to go out to lunch with and go out to lunch with them. i could even concievably go on a small trip.

but here's the thing. i just don't want to. do any of that. what i want to do is absolutely nothing and/or whatever occurs to me. which is mostly nothing. i'm pretty happy just pushing the pause button on all the year's activities and being a bit of a sloth.

how delightful it is to wake up on your own (not with an alarm.) and instead of getting up- pulling down a book from the shelf and reading for an hour before even considering rising out of bed. how delightful to reach into the fridge and get out and heat up some wonderful left overs. how nice to just have a cup of tea while pondering nothing much more than why that stupid poinsettia decided to up and start dying right after christmas for no apparent reason. how sweet to find some crazy old movies to watch on tv. how good to curl up in a blanket on the sofa even if you're not particularly cold or tired.

yes, i'm sure there are lots of people that would find all this tedious, boring, and befitting only really old people. i'm sure there are people out there who are diving in belize or skiing in vail. i'm sure there are people jogging or snow-shoing winter trails in national parks in preparation for the new year's marathon. but they are not me. and i have to say- that i'm kinda glad.

i rather like this awkward pause in life. and i hope nothing happens to interrupt it.