We did not watch The Hobbit and instead watched the new Fantastic Four and Sinners. I hated F4 (not a Marvel girlie) but Sinners was SO GOOD omg. If only every movie was that well-paced and featured an Irish jig, a full rendition of Rocky Road to Dublin right in the middle of a straight-up vampire flick.
Stunned, we were.
If you think about it hard enough everything is a straight-up vampire flick, whether it be bloodthirsty interactions or energy suckers. We are horrified because we need to be and we can use different tools to change our luck. I don't know, it's Friday and I not only caught up on all my chores but the boys decided we should do a huge grocery run and so we did and now I don't have to fight to do it next week when no one wants to go and things are super post-holiday busy.
Sunrise at 8:05am and sunset at 4:22pm indicate that the days are still very short indeed. A little snow threatens on the horizon and the ocean has that flat but roiling January grey that renders it so unremarkable it's almost sad. My favourite ocean is the breezy dark teal of fall with crisp whitecaps under a stiff wind. It's delicious. Like human blood.
It all comes back around. Like another winter. Another intense scrutiny of our ratio of hours in the day to daylight itself. Another attempt to hole up in our theater room and wait it out watching as much as we can consume. We have corn chips and queso and cans of pop and chocolate too. We have provisions for the long cold winter. We have gas in all the trucks and have learned our new neighbors names. We have plans for the future. We may leave the point. Forever home? Ha. Too many rooms. Too many stairs. Too many freezers and butlers pantries and ridiculous space that we don't need.
I'd like to simplify my life. I'd like to scale down a little. I'm finding it rather jarring that my children are full-on adults, and they don't need me. Well, I still love to cook their favourite dinners for them but outwardly they don't 'need' me and the boys are routine-bound and we're all getting older so maybe going back to writing every day will remind you that I'm human too. I go through stages and periods of difficulty and I decided I need to write again if nothing else because nothing's working.
But I'm also dealing with some health things and a lot of emotional things and heck, may as well share the load so I don't have to bear the weight all the time.
We bought spaghetti in record quantities though. Trust me, it helps.