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scweinberg, also known as Lugia222 and a few other things, suggested that I resolute (That's Zuki-speak for make a New Years Resolution) to post on my LJ some more. And it does indeed seem to be a way to waste time online.
New Years and the Break was relatively fun. Dad came back into town, which is a little awkward. He's really lonely back in Virginia, so it's a bit hard to spend time with him without a Shadow of Divorce looming. Compound this by his desire to spend as much time as possible with us, and Loren's desire to have fun with all his new Games, and some other stuff that's just worth an "Eh," and it's not always fun. But it was fun often enough that it wasn't a bust.
New Year's Eve was good. I spent the hours between Nine o' Clock and 11:30 or so at Jet's house, watching Cowboy Bebop, and laughing as firecrackers went off in Ender's hands. That woke 'em up. ^.=.^ Loren-my-brother passed out at 6:00, so we-Dad-and-I didn't do stuff downtown like we never have but always wanted to. So I was online, chatting and reading a fanfic saga that's sort of become my holiday tradition to stay up late and read each season. (www.eyrie.net if you're curious. Undocumented Features, naturally.) I had a great little moment of "I"m so glad I did this!" when I realized the first part of the epic ended on New Years Day. Then, at 2:01 or so AM I was guilted into going to bed when I heard my dad up and moving, and realized I might be depriving him of sleep. So I went upstairs, crawled under my....sheet, blanket, two wool blankets from Mexico that smell nice, quilt, and Down Comforter that I got for christmas, opened up my window, and set my alarm clock for 6 AM ish. If I was too distracted to greet the new year at Midnight, I'd do it at dawn.
I actually woke up more or less on time. Then I rolled over on my side, propped myself up a bit, and looked at the light coming in through the window, waiting for it to look like dawn. Waited with calm and happiness, expecting something that wouldn't mean much to anyone else in the house, cold and warm at the same time. It was windy that morning, so my curtains were billowing around and I listened to the windchime I have outside and smiled and smiled. Happy expectancy is fun. Like that moment when you wake up on Christmas morning, and you're warm and sleepy and fuzzy in the head, maybe thinking about the dream you just had so you'll remember it--that's a good feeling. Then, the sudden "It's Christmas." I sorta had that for most of the morning as I lay in bed.
The sky wasn't cooperating, and I never got dawnlight flooding my room and turning everything a little bit golden. So eventually I got up, and went over to the window, and looked outside.
White.
White.
White.
It had snowed overnight.
Nothing to do about it then--I laughed at the trick the sky played on me.
New Years and the Break was relatively fun. Dad came back into town, which is a little awkward. He's really lonely back in Virginia, so it's a bit hard to spend time with him without a Shadow of Divorce looming. Compound this by his desire to spend as much time as possible with us, and Loren's desire to have fun with all his new Games, and some other stuff that's just worth an "Eh," and it's not always fun. But it was fun often enough that it wasn't a bust.
New Year's Eve was good. I spent the hours between Nine o' Clock and 11:30 or so at Jet's house, watching Cowboy Bebop, and laughing as firecrackers went off in Ender's hands. That woke 'em up. ^.=.^ Loren-my-brother passed out at 6:00, so we-Dad-and-I didn't do stuff downtown like we never have but always wanted to. So I was online, chatting and reading a fanfic saga that's sort of become my holiday tradition to stay up late and read each season. (www.eyrie.net if you're curious. Undocumented Features, naturally.) I had a great little moment of "I"m so glad I did this!" when I realized the first part of the epic ended on New Years Day. Then, at 2:01 or so AM I was guilted into going to bed when I heard my dad up and moving, and realized I might be depriving him of sleep. So I went upstairs, crawled under my....sheet, blanket, two wool blankets from Mexico that smell nice, quilt, and Down Comforter that I got for christmas, opened up my window, and set my alarm clock for 6 AM ish. If I was too distracted to greet the new year at Midnight, I'd do it at dawn.
I actually woke up more or less on time. Then I rolled over on my side, propped myself up a bit, and looked at the light coming in through the window, waiting for it to look like dawn. Waited with calm and happiness, expecting something that wouldn't mean much to anyone else in the house, cold and warm at the same time. It was windy that morning, so my curtains were billowing around and I listened to the windchime I have outside and smiled and smiled. Happy expectancy is fun. Like that moment when you wake up on Christmas morning, and you're warm and sleepy and fuzzy in the head, maybe thinking about the dream you just had so you'll remember it--that's a good feeling. Then, the sudden "It's Christmas." I sorta had that for most of the morning as I lay in bed.
The sky wasn't cooperating, and I never got dawnlight flooding my room and turning everything a little bit golden. So eventually I got up, and went over to the window, and looked outside.
White.
White.
White.
It had snowed overnight.
Nothing to do about it then--I laughed at the trick the sky played on me.
