The State of Me

Ahh, the week of Christmas. Geese are getting fat and I have no ha'pennys! God Bless Me.

I'm feeling pretty Christmasy. I have the Albert Finney Christmas Carol from the Netflix waiting for a Christmas viewing. We have lights up and Christmas presents are arriving in the mail.

I go to Maine on Weds morning. My parents are moving from their beautiful Maine house and this will be our last christmas there...ever. Most of my brothers will be there and I miss them desperately. If I hear Bruce Springsteen "Santa Claus is Coming to Town" I might cry. My brother Stuart sang that to his hearts content when I was younger and it makes me miss him so much.

Maine quiets my mind very much. My mother's mind is quieted there as well and none of us are pushed into doing anything there. Want to go shut yourself off and go read a book? Go ahead. Want to go into town to the discount clothes store? Go ahead. Want to eat mounds of chicken salad? DO IT. I really love it there and I'm looking forward to being there.

I just got my Architecture Foundation Book in the mail! YAY! It's really happening and I'm really doing this. It's going to take a lot of work and time and I'm going to miss my boy and our Saturday mornings DESPERATELY. I really am. It worries me that I worry about it...not really worry about it. But our weekend mornings are treasured. Treasured. We do our best talking on the weekend mornings and I will miss it. We'll still have Sundays of course, but it's a loss, no doubt about it.

HOWEVER! I am VERY excited! I'm going to learn the coolest stuff and use my softened brain.

But first, I go to Maine and rest it some more, fill it with pretty Christmas music and sharp wit.

IT"S TIME TO GO NOW FOR PETES SAKES.