Christmas is two weeks long when your family is forever

Christmas morning. This is my sister. This was the first day of a series of parties and family that happened once, twice or three times daily, everyday until today. I've eaten more perogies, cookies and oranges than I have in the whole year previous, and maybe consumed just as much booze. It has been snowy and clear and cold and beautiful. The moon has gone from half to (almost) full and the temperature from -29 to -10. I have talked to so many relatives and buds and strangers in shopping mall lines, and even the newest relation (in spirit), my friends bebe, she just delivered early this morning. My god the world is amazing. Got to hold the little dude on my lap today, all new to the world, and sighing, worried brow and tiny hands. I was laughing at my pal, with this guy on my belly, all bouncing up and down. So much love.

Ice and snow

Not not not my photo, but from andyspade on instagram. As in the dude of kate spade. He is the best at instragram, and these little legs made me wish harder for cold so that I can skate on the river. It snowed all day yesterday, and all I am asking for chirstmas is crosscountry skis and moccasins so that I can dive into winter full on. The river is still dangerous, but any day now, it will become hard and see through and they will plough the snow and people will go walking and sliding and whole another passageway through the city will open up. I can't wait.

Christmas tree hunting

Went to cut down a tree today, with my b and bro and ma. We drove the family van out to Pine Falls, all bundled and bickering and eating nuts the whole way. The sun was low low, because it is getting dark so very early these days before Christmas. I chopped a little lovely down, trying to pick one in a tight jam so that the space it left would fill with other trees. It was cold as anything today, cold like it is all winter, but hasn't been just yet. It was great fun, and on the way home, the four of us were all jammed in the van with two trees, branchs in our mouths and passing peppermint tea around. It was lovely.

Blossom dear

White lady with soul. This is what Miles said, by the by. I hope to something I've got soul like Blossom.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ks2L3h6CZ1U

Shameless

Starting watching Shameless yesterday, on my friend Nikalea's suggestion. I'm a cheeseball, so all the family heart in it makes me cry. And the drinking and smoking. It's very sweet, and definitely sappy. I would also recommend it.

Study

 

All. I. Do. Is. Study.

Wish I was doing it in a small box, like this. 

http://torafu.com/works/kol

 

This morning at the bus stop. It was beautiful.

Red

Got cultured last night. Went to see Red by John Logan; a yelling Mark Rothco, black taking over the red, why do we do what we do? The colors were so great, they gave me shivers. Mostly red, of course. But something about all that red. Him and his assistant prime a huge canvas on stage, this deep red, in less than a minute. It made my breath short.
Color is so primal. Yellow and red. Yellow gives me the same feeling as the sound of trumpets, like there is hope in the world.

Neil

Man. Saw this guy last night. Was on the floor with a bunch of old guys smoking pot, and short haired ladies swaying with their eyes closed. After, Eric and I walked through parking lots to the Times, where the guy outside smoking told us he was confirmed to show up.
Everyone but the drummer, he said.
By the time we went in, doorman was saying loudly about tickets. Otherwise, just wait outside. Ran into Ken, he bought on a shirt which he was concealing in a bright blue bag under his arm. He asked about my blood pressure, met a friend of his.
Went to the Windsor instead. Jukebox party, with jamming ladies, dancing with their ball cap boyfriends. Bartender spotted me change for a beer. Talked about chickens till 2.




http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QsePAFVCbec