Weather during blog vacation was bitterly cold and Sunday ended things icily with snow and sleet and freezing rain. The weather puppets were recommending we Mainers NOT shovel our driveways for fear the pavement would turn into sheets of ice, but my neighbor Breezy and I had already cleared off by the time we got the memo. As it turned out, it was a darkish day, but the roads were passable and I ventured out on an interview for an upcoming EATS column.
I still have my Christmas lights in the windows and on the twinkling tree in the screen porch; today will be the twelfth day of Christmas. Tonight is Twelfth Night and also the last night for my Christmas lights. I’ll miss them and the evening routine of tiptoeing about the house plugging them in.
Concurrently, there is a full moon and the early morning moon shadows of the barn on the snow mimic an Andrew Wyeth painting. The light of the moon edges into my bedroom too and gives me pause. But the moon is a cold, cold orb and gives no warmth.
I hop out of bed.
My brother has completed another amazing year of reading. He’s an inspiration, having read 66 books in 2014. My own reading list is sad in comparison, although I always start out the year with grand plans for reading. The three books on my night stand now are P.G. Wodehouse’s Right ho, Jeeves, Julie Powell’s Julie & Julia (picked up from a free book table at the local library) and Walter Mischel’s The Marshmallow Test. One is horrible, one is educational, and one is delightfully entertaining. I’ll let you decide which is which.
Speaking of horrible, I read somewhere on the innerwebz yesterday that “the selfie is the new autograph.” Apparently, though, this isn’t a new idea; it’s been floating around for a while and well…truthfully, I found the idea to stink like garbage. If I make one New Year’s Resolution this year, it might just be “no selfies.”
The last blog post I wrote prior to my vacation was about the gift of garbage. And I’ve been thinking about garbage a lot while I’ve been on vacation. How we’re living in a world of garbage, with synthetic shoes, little plastic bags full of dog poop, and selfies all over the internet. Words, too, like garbage floating around the ether.
Do my words add anything to the internet or are they just more garbage? I certainly don’t want to add to the already overloaded stream of refuse. If I’m absolutely honest, I contemplated ending my blog. I just couldn’t figure out a neat and polite way to do it. I’m hoping, you, my readers might let me know what things you’d like to hear about in 2015. Or maybe you have a creative and polite way for me to stop writing the blog.
Drop a line, if you can.
Anyway, for now, here’s to 2015.