Sunday, November 18, 2012
i feel pretty old today. not in a bad way, just, i don't know, getting very attached to my habits and customs.
also, c. and i went to dinner at 4.45 p.m. on friday, almost missing the senior special. and a matinee on saturday.
so, yeah, old.
and lately i'm finding all of my satisfaction in the little rituals of the day and the week--the sunday dinner with my family and friends, the end of day reading from gareth hinds' graphic novel of the odyssey with moses, my early, early morning pages, a little daily show, etc. nothing exciting at all. just
nice & comforting.
nothing wrong with that, right?
i don't have a lot of big ideas, either, just details recorded and confined in the little space of the poem i write every week.
&, like julie, i haven't processed what the year-long project of keeping a daily blog has meant, either.
things don't add up the way i thought they would.
it seems like my project now is to try to forget what i thought should happen and pay attention to what is actually happening.
it's surprisingly hard to do.