Okay, so.
It wasn't a great time.
The year began with a gradual decline and then a full-on death march. Grief followed, and then apathy followed grief, as always, like a small puppy looking for a pat on the head.
(Except the puppy is gone now and I swear to God it hurt worse than when the Preacher flew to heaven and I think it was purely because of the time involved. Had I had sixteen whole years with Jake I swear I wouldn't be here right now but for my kids, who got me through the year in an incredible way but it still hurts and also I am ashamed because I'm supposed to be their cheerleader and it is far too soon for them to be mine.)
Apathy was followed by dread, which hung around and is still hanging around. And I am going to move and leave no forwarding address for it, no thanks.
There are also many other things that I am attempting to deal with, that I can barely deal with and my Afib is just bouncing along like a white girl trying to dance to a beat and I need to breathe and I can't seem to.
I promised myself a year of writing again after a year of a hundred false starts so here we are. Life begins for us again on Monday, including Henry, who was called back to work for a short contract that will hopefully be extended and his life will even out a little from half a year of uncertainty and much patience and worry on his part.
My nose is running.
Lochlan said I snored so loud last night he left for a while. Ha.
The one thing I enjoyed most about the holiday was giving myself permission to not work myself to pieces, and just to let things slide a bit, or a lot, actually. We did have company and then some, and it was a wee bit crazy at a few points in December but then we returned to our insular cocoon. We did nothing but we also did a huge declutter and took old paint to be recycled and donated a huge load of furniture, clothes and books. We rearranged and reevaluated and I felt so good after that I'm considering it a high point. Especially when I saw so many things being kept for the wrong reasons finally leave the house.
It's a wide open house. Sometimes things pile up.
We're starting in an okay spot. Need my front brakes done and so I booked them because I don't want to do them in the winter when it's cold and wet outside. I need a beach day but that will come later on. I have tons of groceries. I did the budget and changed the cat bowls and washed the trays. I made a plan for my knitting for the rest of the winter and I didn't even pull out any of the baking I did for Christmas so that will be nice through the colder wet months where we may actually see snow.
I have a few stragglers who read who haven't left yet and I want to promise you I'll give you things to read in 2025. 2024 just hit like a truck and I had no words to describe it. Drama still persists around here but in an exhausted way. Like PJ said yesterday: Christmas is a minefield and it brings up feelings and leftover dynamics you thought you were done with, in a colourful holiday that is so dressed up as a happy time, it almost makes it all worse.
He was much more poetic in his description but I have had no coffee yet so can't even paraphrase. It's supposed to rain heavily today and my plan is to wind some yarn to make myself a meadow sunset wrap (high on my making bucket list this year) and maybe finish up my two sewing projects and then I'm giving away my 1962 Soviet sewing machine because I still hate sewing in the end and 2025 is going to be the year of not putting up with anything at all that is bullshit, including my own attitude.