Flotsam: December 2007 Archives

And suddenly there is clarity, and a measure of peace. I realize what the blonde's email meant, and it's not bad at all - just a sort of message in a bottle to say, "I do like you, but I don't feel like I have the time and energy to get involved with you. But I wish you well." Not a bad thing.

And I emailed the date from last week, and almost immediately got a response that was - well, clear. He wasn't interested, despite having invited me to come sleep with him. The not-interested part doesn't bug me. The fact that he would have slept with me anyway pisses me off. Boys are stupid. Okay, some boys are stupid.

I am glad to be able to cross him off my list, though. And boy am I glad I said no.

And now, well, new year's eve awaits.

It's one of my favorite times of year, fraught though it often is with high expectations unfulfilled. I don't think this year will disappoint, however. We have a good plan. We have the right sort of champagne. We have fun things to do later. And I may fly some paper airplanes with my plans for the year off a bridge into one of the rivers.

I like my dress. I like my friends. I am generally happy with myself. Alles gutes, nicht wahr?

Happy 2008, my darlings.

PS. Two of my bloglines subscribers have mentioned that they're not getting updates about new Girlwich posts. I assume something funky happened when we had to rebuild the site - resubscribing may take care of it. (I hope!)

Oof, and now I am overwhelmed again by the strangeness of setting up dates with people I have never met. And by work (I have to finish two projects in three days, and I have more than enough shopping errands to fill those days). And all I really want to do is my Xmas knitting, but that keeps taking a backseat to more pressing items.

Do you ever get a longing for a time you've never experienced? I am having that - a yearning for some apocryphal era when social life was simple, boys were plentiful and comfortable to be around (ha! I can't even write that without seeing how far off it is from the truth), and I had nothing much to occupy my time, plus plenty of money. Oh wait, that is heaven. I forgot.

Meanwhile, back on earth...A little judicious tinkering and I have magically (and somewhat mysteriously) managed to get a photo to appear on the site. It is a nice subject, too. Malabrigo (top) in Verde Esperanza and Colinette Cadenza in Mardi Gras (bottom). The former is for me; I'd bought some Malabrigo a couple of weeks ago thinking I'd knit the blonde a hat, but apparently the Sweater Rule has a Hat Corollary. So, when Miz Fury and I ducked into Downtown Yarns this week to pick out some yarn for her fingerless mitts, I decided to exchange the boy yarn for the glorious Verde that I'd lusted after on my previous trip.

I think if I am not completely sick of knitting mittens by that point (I have two other pairs in the queue), I will use it to make myself a pair.

Let's see, what other ephemera can I throw at the wall here? I have two soups on my agenda, and I am just trying to decide which one to make first: A) beet, carrot, ginger, squash, and red lentil, or B) potato, leek, celeriac, turnip, parsnip, collard green, and white bean. Don't they both sound good? Wish I had two big pots; I'd do them double-fisted and alternate eating them.

Egad what a trivial post. Apparently I am too tired to be coming up with grand epiphanies. Go read Juno if you need something deeper, eh? (Yeah, it sounds dirty, but I don't think she'll mind. She's cool like that.)