and here it is: the last day of December
How is it New Year’s Eve already?
I don’t think I’m ready for December to be over. And I haven’t picked my Little Word 2011 yet. Or words, since I had three words for 2009 and two for 2010. But there are just so many good ones.
This has been a whirlwind week. Wednesday, for example, Katie and I went ice skating with some lovely friends. You might remember that I was quite into ice skating last year, to the point that I even bought my own skates. Unfortunately, I haven’t worn them yet because I bought them just when the weather was shifting and my friends and I shifted to more springtime activities. And I left my ice skates at school so I didn’t wear them Wednesday either. Oops.
But enough time had lapsed since I had last ice skated that I was worried again. I still don’t know how to stop (most people don’t count steering towards the wall), and I didn’t really want to repeat myself by falling down seven times. But I didn’t fall down at all! It was so fun.
Then Katie and I are driving home when we hear a great thump followed by some loud swooshing. Not the kind of noise you want to hear when you are driving a car. Yes, we had managed to run over some kind of giant screw and had a flat tire. Yes, it was our first flat tire. No, we did not change it ourselves. But I did manage to fall through a snowbank (in ballet flats) twice when we crossed the road. My poor socks got so very icy.
We got home in just enough time to for me to curl my hair and don a tiara and pink gown for a fairy tale costume party. I would post pictures, except I’m on the wrong computer. I was Sleeping Beauty, not because my hair or the dress looked anything like her, but because I wanted to wear this old pink bridesmaid dress of Mom’s. And she’s the pink princess, according to Disney.
The tiara inspired my little sister, who has been falling in love with princesses. Mom is seeking to channel this by giving her books such as the Gigi: God’s Little Princess series for Christmas. (Which she loves). But Julia and I just like to wander around wearing our crowns (she has a great paper one, decorated with jewels and stickers, that she even put on while still wearing her pajamas this morning), talk in our princess voices (our very own accent, which may have traces of Very Bad British), and play round after round of Enchanted Forest (a board game I gave her for Christmas).
I like having a little sister.
And while Katie and I were at the mall the other day, I discovered a Border’s gift card in my wallet left over from graduation. Of course I had to spend it right away, since we were at Border’s and you can’t use it online. One of the books I got was Anne Jackson’s Permission to Speak Freely: Essays and Art on Confession, Fear, and Grace.
Let me just say that I’ve read about two pages (of the introduction, no less) and already decided that it’s amazing.
I love that it’s essays and art. And the whole book is just a thing of beauty and so very soul-refreshing.
You should get it.
I’ve also had the (possibly unprecedented) experience of ordering two dresses online, having them both fit, and having my parents and sister like both of them. (Usually someone says tactfully, “It’s just not the most flattering…”).
And now, for your New Year’s Eve reading, I present you with two articles: 20 Questions for a New Year’s Eve Reflection from (in)courage, and Lisa Whittle’s post on She Seeks about New Year’s Resolutions and guilt.
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