Thursday, December 02, 2021
Tootling Through Daydreams
For me, there is an almost equal risk of doing too much as there is of doing too little. I think I'd rather collapse in a happy & exhausted heap, by January 2nd or 3rd, than feel like I missed it. I don't want to miss the anticipation of seeing friends, the stimulation of listening to live music, a tinkling of bells, a favorite movie playing as we bake, or fold laundry. I want to see favorite ornaments on the tree again. I don't want to succumb to weariness or cynicism, and let things slide. If I don't make plans or give some push, it's easy for things to not happen, and that feels like a heavy loss.
Oh dear. Yesterday I wrote a post, hemming and hawing, as I tend to do, even skirting around the issue, then over-stating it, and all because I am so preoccupied with getting it right, not offending, being thoughtful and thorough... golly, I can be a long-winded thing. Someone read all that, then was kind enough to comment, and she summed it all up, neatly in not more than two sentences. Succinct. Concise and succinct, I said, aloud, then to myself, with every intention of adopting these styles into future posts. Alas.
I recall that Geoff suggested blogging, 20 years ago, because I was sending letters, all the time. To Hawaii, to Wisconsin, to friends. I'd fill them with news, and updates on our activities. I'd print photographs, and send those too. Snail mail, then email. He thought a blog would help me get the word out, and in one fell swoop. I don't know why I am sharing this, again. Just thinking of it. Thinking, maybe it's time to go back to letters, email. And maybe I do say too much, overshare. I got so excited when a blogger recently asked for readers to identify themselves, to wave our hands so she could see us. I think she probably meant a certain kind of blogger, maybe the ones that cross-stitch, or have some genuine influence in the world. That's not me. I am a blogger expert in longevity, longwindedness, well practiced in gliding beneath the radar.
As I mentioned on Instagram, I ought to make an inspiration page for the real holiday goals: Housework. I should draw whimsical depictions of cleaning the oven, degreasing the hood, de-cluttering kitchen drawers, of getting the car serviced, and detailed. I should add an illustration of scooping cat litter, mucking out the coop, and mending the stack of clothes I've been gathering. I should aim for getting my haircut by a professional; it's been at least three years since that's been done. But. Then I turned on a dime and started dreaming up a fantasy inspiration painting, and there was far more interest in that.
December in a dream world... Camping in the Redwoods, a cabin in snowy woods, and sleigh rides. Ice skating on a lake, in Wisconsin, then a train ride to New England, shopping in Concord, dinner with friends. A flight to Paris, a train to the Highlands, my birthday in Sweden. Somewhere we squeeze in a tamale making party, friends and family join in. Maybe it doesn't hurt to be specific, to elaborate. Maybe these words are my spell, and daydreams are the fertile ground for our plans to take shape and become dreams-come-true.
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Hooray for thought-fullness and care-full longwindedness! Hooray for dream worlds and paper-mache ratty-rats! Hooray for expression of self and streams of consciousness! Hooray for choosing the scenic route rather than the direct line from A to B!
I like the daydream inspiration more than the real holiday goals (you're reminding me that I should really clean my oven!)
And especially, hooray for friends who leave kind and supportive comments, who come around to chat and visit, and shout "Hooray!" Thank you, Amelia, for being such a friend.
Nicole, the daydreams are my favorites! I still have romantic notions about sweet presents and surprises for Christmas, unexpected and charming gifts that help us escape the mundane of everyday life and obligations. But... if I woke up to an immaculate kitchen, top to bottom, organized inside and out, degreased, shiny, harmonious? That would be fantastic! I can still recall seeing ads where a woman gets a vacuum, or an iron, or some domestic cleaning gadget, and I would shudder at the tragedy of it!
Maria's fashion -- always so on point. I love her self-expression!
Your famished-for-traditions paragraph is just lovely. I read it through three times. The images, feelings, emotions - they all come alive in my mind and heart!
And the photo of Sakamoto on the balcony, I love it so very much!!
There is a time and a place for succinct -- it is an art form in writing. And, I think there is a time for spinning out the words, using them liberally, repeatedly for a purpose of finding what there is. It's like putting everything there is in and then sifting through. There's value in it and sharing that. And there's value in presenting only the final succinct bits too. I feel like it doesn't have to be only one way.
Your dream worlds are magic. Thank you for sharing them with us!
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