Countdown

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{a little blurry, but I don’t mind.}

Christmas is almost upon us. Ten days to go. And the solstice is on Monday, which is definitely a special day for me, personally. I’ve spoken about my thoughts on the seasons before, and Yuletide is one of the major points on the wheel of the year. That blackest of nights that gives way to the promises of brighter, longer days to come. Though we still have the brunt of winter to get through, we can take comfort in knowing that every day now will be just a little bit longer. Until finally, we reach the promise of spring and a world reborn into new beauty.

But back to the topic at hand: Yule and Christmas. I unfortunately have to work on Monday and Tuesday next week, but after that both Dave and I have the rest of the month off, heading back to work in January. Even though I don’t have Monday off, I do want to do something special with Dave. Maybe something just the two of us. I’m picturing candles, but I haven’t gotten much beyond that yet. Either way, I can tell the solstice is close. As I write this, the sun is already going down and it’s barely 4:00.

I still haven’t finished my holiday shopping either. Dave is stopping at a store after work to pick up another gift, but after that we still have four people left to shop for, plus stocking-stuffers. I used to find Christmas shopping a lot easier and more enjoyable, but we’re on a much tighter budget this year, saving for the wedding and all. We’re trying to make it work but it’s made gift ideas a little harder to come by and the whole shopping experience seems a bit more tense. Once that’s done though I think I’ll be able to start enjoying myself the way I normally do at this time of year. Because usually, I’m that annoying person in every family that loves the holidays SO much, despite the fact that everyone else around them seems to be a giant grinch. As proof, I submit my Christmas Music playlist, currently standing at 100+ songs in length. It has been on heavy rotation in these here parts ever since the Santa Claus Parade.

ANd tomorrow is our office’s Holiday Lunch. My workplace is too poor to afford an actual Christmas party, so they have some catering brought in for us one day instead. That generally translates into not a lot of work getting done, which is fine by me. I’m planning on baking sugar cookies tonight to bring in as my contribution to the “party.” Sugar cookies with a drizzling of royal icing and sprinkles on top. What do you think? And I’ll try to remember to take pictures of my baking bonanza this evening, during which the aforementioned playlist will again be put to very good use.

T-minus 10 days and counting!

Mornings (or: Happy Canada Day)

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You know, it is so much easier for me to wake up when I’m not dreading the day. Most weekday mornings I doze till it’s almost too late, finally dragging myself out of bed after hitting snooze for the second or third time. But any morning I know is my own, I wake up naturally refreshed and happy, long before the alarm is even set to go off.

This morning was like that. The sun rose and I followed, just before 7. Daisy got up with me, ready for her morning walk and so I tied back my hair, threw on a pair of jeans and took her around the block.

I love early summer mornings. There’s always just a touch of cool to the breeze, since the sun hasn’t quite risen far enough to make it muggy and uncomfortable yet. This morning was like that. It was refreshing and awakening. On weekday mornings there’s always such hustle and bustle going on in the neighbourhood, but today was like a Sunday, almost. The streets were all but deserted except for the occasional dog walker or elderly woman watering her garden. Even the pigeons had yet to come down from their roost atop the old school. They still sat up there in pairs and threes, cooing to each other in the weak sunlight.

Daisy, as usual, thought it necessary to smell everything, so our walk was slow. Which was fine by me. On weekdays I all but drag her through her walks, always feeling rushed to get back and get on with whatever else is left to do on the laundry list of daily chores. But no, this morning was leisurely. Flowers always smell sweeter first thing in the morning, right after they’ve opened. I always find it amazing how many flowers can be crammed into the tiny front yards of downtown homes

Eventually we made our way back and, as usual, Daisy demanded immediate feeding before promptly going back to bed for a snooze. But I stayed up, having a cup of coffee, relishing the fact that I had the chance to sit down with a cup rather than having to pack it into a travel mug or buy one on the go. I wish all mornings could be like this: quiet, sunny, warm, calm. Gives me a peaceful feeling that I carry through the day. You know, rather than the frantic and rushed knot in the pit of my stomach that I carry around most days. It’s too bad, really. Something tells me that most mornings used to be like this…a long, long time ago.

Persian New Year

The Persian New Year Table

The first day of spring is also Nowruz, Persian New Year. So on Sunday, Dave and I went to Ram & Shima’s pad for a festive get-together! There were cookies, and sweet treats, wine and mimosas. We chatted and laughed and had dinner. It was a lot of fun and a great way to welcome the new season.

The best thing, though, (you know, besides all the sweets) was the New Year’s Table that Ram & Shima had set up. Each item on the table had a different symbolic meaning, whether it be life (goldfish), patience (vinegar), or wealth (coins). It was very cool. I like symbolism, it speaks to the deeper meanings of life and the emotional needs of the soul. But that’s a post for another day.

So Happy Spring, everyone! If your March came in like a lion, may it go out like a lamb.

On the Twelfth Day of Christmas…

Today was the first day back to the office since the holidays, and since I finished university. On New Year’s Day I was all like, “Da da-da da! Welcome to my First Year of Freedom!” So it’s a little weird that this “fresh new start” for my life actually begins with a return to my same old routine of the past three-and-a-half years. I’m not complaining though. I like the people I work with a lot. We’re all around the same age and get along really well.

So we talked about our holidays and all swapped war stories about how sick we’d been or were currently feeling or could feel coming on. Because, yeah, I’ve been sick. Lots of coughing and sneezing and aching and general unwellness. I’m feeling much better today, though I’m still sporting a bit of that sexy movie-star voice. (i.e. – hoarseness.) It’s an annual thing for me. I’m totally serious when I say that by January 2nd of every year I will be flat on my back with my New Years Cold. For reals.

Surviving the Cold

Today was also the 12th day of Christmas. You know, like the song? My mother always told me that if you didn’t have all your holiday decorations down and packed away by 11:59 pm of Twelfth Day that you would have back luck for all twelve months of the coming year. So, deciding not to take any chances with my Year of Freedom, after dinner Dave did the dishes and I took down the tree.

Taking it down really hit home to me how all of December came and went in a mad and disconnected blur of finals and shopping and family, (oh my!) I had a lot of grand plans for 2008′s holiday season and almost none of them happened. I guess that’s just the way it goes when you have to interrupt the holidays right when you start gaining momentum, just so you can study for exams and finish a paper. By the time that was done the mad dash was on and I was playing catch-up for the rest of the month. (Still am a little bit, actually.)

Now, don’t get me wrong. I had a lovely Christmas and got to spend lots of time with family. It’s just… I guess I’m just glad 2008 is over. I don’t remember ever disliking an entire year before, but there’s a first time for everything. It was rough, I’m not gonna lie, but I already feel like my prospects for 2009 are looking good. Looking great, in fact. Looking like freedom and a new beginning. I mean, heck, I got my tree down on time. And I haven’t not been in school since I was THREE YEARS OLD. Three years old, people.

I packed 2008 away in that box with the Christmas tree tonight. 2009, the YEAR OF FREEDOM is here. Let the games begin!