Cat eyes and stars are very similar, when you think about it.
They both shine very brightly at night, and they are always watching you.
Nature is amazing.
We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La.
They can keep their heaven. When I die, I’d sooner go to Middle-Earth. ”
for all the usual reasons, but also because it never fails to surprise my cats. Normally when I come home from work they’re waiting by the door at the first key jingle, but apparently they can’t be bothered to move before 5pm (respect). Today I found them on my pillow (you jerks, you have your own pillow, three cat beds, and much to my dismay a fucking cat condo from Santa), blinking at me with sleepy eyes and expressions that say “what the fuck, mom. We haven’t even put our butts on every piece of furniture yet.” Adorable.
Contrary to my usual cynical (read: asshole) self, I earnestly love New Years and the idea of new starts and resolutions. Probably because the daily struggle of ‘making it out of bed’ and ‘actively not dying or acting like it’ can be hard enough on its own, and I don’t push myself beyond that nearly as often as I should. Way to go, me. With that in mind, here’s what I’d like to work on next year. Odds are great that I’ll follow through with at least one!
- Appreciate (more so than I do now) the humanity in public librarianship. Working with a high volume of people can be exhausting. Rarely, very rarely, maddening. Most of the time it’s just fine, and occasionally truly, wonderfully, great. I’d like to be more mindful in my work and thankful for a job that allows me interaction on a scale that my introvert self would never get otherwise. I sometimes daydream about working in a ‘regular’ office or even from home, but chances are that 95% of my daily conversation would then be with my cats, instead of the totally healthy 50% it is now.
- More yoga at home. I favor intense, difficult group classes, but my home practice generally amounts to me laying down on the mat and a cat playing with my hair. I don’t know if I’ll ever be someone who wakes up and walks to the mat (get up any earlier than I have to? As fucking if.) but I’d like to make home yoga a daily routine, and a good one.
- Start saving for specific goals. I finally set up a retirement account, which has been the sole sound decision in a sea of monetary irresponsibility this past year. I went a little crazy decorating my home, not by buying anything huge or crazy expensive, but rather frittering it away on a mountain of throw pillows, attractive faux fur throws, and decorative shit to put other decorative shit in or on. And while I love how it looks and spend a lot of time enjoying it, I don’t have enough money saved to do the major stuff (kitchen remodel, floor refinishing or installation) that I think would make a huge difference + make me do a Snoopy dance of joy. There’s no reason I shouldn’t be able to do both of those things this year, even if the windows never get touched. (First quote came in at $8000 LOLOLOL.)
- Drink more tequila. One of my favorite bartenders routinely plies me with the stuff and it’s growing on me. Nothing can go wrong with this plan.
I waited two or three months too long to get my hair cut (it’s expensive + I’m lazy) and when I called to make an appointment the receptionist informed me that the very friendly and very talented lady I’ve been to a few times was on vacation. Normally I’d wait, but I’m going out of town next week and want to look nice, so I went ahead and made an appointment with an available stylist.
He did a superb job (though really, she does as well- I highly recommend Vidal Sassoon at South Coast for the fancy lady or gentleman buried deep inside you) (so deep). Anyway, during the haircut he mentioned that his guilty pleasure was putting on headphones, blasting NOFX, and reading comic books. HELLO RAD HUMAN.
And so now I have to make a decision about just which awesome person I want to feel less cool than (salons, man) and give a lot of money to. Real after-school special stuff.