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Out with the old
Dec. 31st, 2009 11:15 pmThe last day of the year is the same mixture of the marvellous and the not-right that has made 2009 so very interesting. I did a bit of housework in the morning, to great effect (no clothes need washing till Monday, and no keys need be lost in the recycling until at least Monday) and then Cat (the Canberra Cat, not the South Coast Cat) came over for lunch. Another friend of hers gave her a birthday present of two cinema tickets and Cat chose to spend them with me and Sherlock Holmes in the afternoon. It was the perfect film for NYE - rollicking and dramatic and silly.
It was pretty obvious by 4 pm that I wasn't going to get to my party tonight. I'm not breathing well. My legs are half the size now (which is still curiously large - I need to do magic with this rapid fat gain, like Robin Hobb's second son) but the rest of me is so round I'm going to roll my way into the New Year. Some of this is weather-induced and will go away when the change takes itself to Sydney. Some of it is brought on by other things. Anyhow, I'm doing extra exercise and stretching to kick it on its way a bit faster. I'm boosting my morale with chips, which is the second worst thing possible (the worst is alcohol) but I need something to help see the old year out.
It's not a bad evening. It's like a lot of my year. Watching TV and DVDs instead of seeing more friends. Working when others merrify.
We all get moments of our life like this, and my moments are particularly developmental. Tonight I've only done about a half hour's work. It is New Year's Eve, after all, and no-one's going to be processing things I send for days and days. Work is like chips, though. Friendly and morale-boosting. Also, if I can clear the decks a bit I get more writing and editing time for novels. Writing and editing balance my inner self (I don't know what balances my inner ear - inner selves are simpler than inner ears).
I've spent most of my evening with the Sarah Jane Adventures season 2, an episode I had somehow missed from Stargate Atlantis and now, large chunks of The Return of the King (which I really ought to know by heart). I intend to watch fireworks at midnight (on TV) then welcome in the year with something I first saw in 1965: the very first Dr Who episode. I've also had conversations with a few people (including my mother), so tonight isn't nearly as lonely as it sounds.
Compared to last year at this time, I'm doing rather well. No pain relievers. No miseries or depression. Just a realisation that I'm improving, but still have to be very careful.
Since we're supposed to be contemplative as the old year fades, this reminder by my body that I can do a bunch more things, but stil have to be careful is a very salutary one. It's wonderful, for instance, that I have back some of my pleasure in work. I have reclaimed a bit of myself. So I shall spend the next couple of hours watching TV, exercising and cogitating.
My New Year motto is "Think now, party later." Also, "When in doubt, pile papers."
It was pretty obvious by 4 pm that I wasn't going to get to my party tonight. I'm not breathing well. My legs are half the size now (which is still curiously large - I need to do magic with this rapid fat gain, like Robin Hobb's second son) but the rest of me is so round I'm going to roll my way into the New Year. Some of this is weather-induced and will go away when the change takes itself to Sydney. Some of it is brought on by other things. Anyhow, I'm doing extra exercise and stretching to kick it on its way a bit faster. I'm boosting my morale with chips, which is the second worst thing possible (the worst is alcohol) but I need something to help see the old year out.
It's not a bad evening. It's like a lot of my year. Watching TV and DVDs instead of seeing more friends. Working when others merrify.
We all get moments of our life like this, and my moments are particularly developmental. Tonight I've only done about a half hour's work. It is New Year's Eve, after all, and no-one's going to be processing things I send for days and days. Work is like chips, though. Friendly and morale-boosting. Also, if I can clear the decks a bit I get more writing and editing time for novels. Writing and editing balance my inner self (I don't know what balances my inner ear - inner selves are simpler than inner ears).
I've spent most of my evening with the Sarah Jane Adventures season 2, an episode I had somehow missed from Stargate Atlantis and now, large chunks of The Return of the King (which I really ought to know by heart). I intend to watch fireworks at midnight (on TV) then welcome in the year with something I first saw in 1965: the very first Dr Who episode. I've also had conversations with a few people (including my mother), so tonight isn't nearly as lonely as it sounds.
Compared to last year at this time, I'm doing rather well. No pain relievers. No miseries or depression. Just a realisation that I'm improving, but still have to be very careful.
Since we're supposed to be contemplative as the old year fades, this reminder by my body that I can do a bunch more things, but stil have to be careful is a very salutary one. It's wonderful, for instance, that I have back some of my pleasure in work. I have reclaimed a bit of myself. So I shall spend the next couple of hours watching TV, exercising and cogitating.
My New Year motto is "Think now, party later." Also, "When in doubt, pile papers."