Here are my two, all sparkly and festive at the restaurant:
Christmas Day was...sad. I cried a lot in the early morning hours (still didn't get to bed until 2am) and again later in the day, when it became evident that although Tucker enjoyed long stretches of feeling pretty good, we clearly couldn't be driving miles across the freeways to visit my family.
It was still a good Christmas. There were screams of excitement & joy, and we were all together, safe, in our cozy home. Still, for all my interior scolding of how good 2012 was overall, and how lucky and blessed we are, I couldn't quite shake my blues. The missing-my-small-family blues. The crap-this-isn't-what-I-planned blues. The I-really-don't-want-frozen pizza-on-Christmas blues. (Luckily the husband hustled to the store & bought some chicken thighs and we threw together a decent meal. It wasn't tamales at my mom's, but it was good.)
Ah well. Life.
Cut to New Year's Day. All better, and out and about in Nature, at a small preserve in nearby Fallbrook:
My #1 plan for 2013 is to write more -- not necessarily blog more, but instead, get back into my Real Writing. Back in 2011, I was making good progress and filling up yellow legal pages in longhand, writing a memoir. Then things on the page started to get hard, around the same time that I resolved to write more here on the blog, and suddenly all my energies shifted online. To force myself into writing more and being accountable, I've enrolled in a memoir writing retreat in Washington this March. It's far away, and I feel guilty enough about the airfare and the retreat costs to whip myself into a writing routine.
Oh, and blogging too, of course. I'm not promising to blog more -- just keep on keepin' on, showing up here 2 or 3 times a week. And look, here's a picture of a heart-shaped hole we found on our nature walk:
See you next week, when my monkeys finally go back to school.