Last weekend I read The Moveable Feast at the birthday cabin. I really enjoyed a work habit Hemingway brought up multiple times throughout the book. He worked hard until he completed a day's work, then was completely finished for the day. No more thinking through plots or how to rewrite a sentence. He enjoyed the rest of the day with his head clear and in the present.
This seems like a good way to start the next year.
We cut our tree this year for the first time. It was a freezing, but beautiful experience. The owner walked with us, explaining the different trees, giving us tiny branches to smell and stick in our pockets, and sharing her experiences. She told us about mistakes when raising the trees and having to pay for those tiny misjudgments. She told us about the five generations that work there. She told us how to care for our tree. In all of this, it was obvious, this meant a lot to her. The tree, us, her business. I appreciate our tree more this year than ever. It was hand grown, loved, watched over.
(If you live in the Portland area, go to Allens' Chrismas Tree Farm. You won't regret it.)
We had snow in Portland yesterday, which is a pretty rare thing. It wasn't much and it didn't stay for long. It was enough for me to feel cozy in my home, whistle Christmas tunes for a couple hours, and drive everyone insane with my exclamations of 'It's a Christmas miracle' and 'Boy do I just love snow'.
A blast of summer on such a cold night.One of my oldest friends came to visit several months ago, we went to the beach, mountain, caves, waterfalls, and pretty much everywhere in between. We ate well, we kept good company, we adventured. Needless to say, I look forward to her return.