04 January, 2015

another day

i started a post reflecting about the old year. i considered a post about planning for the new year. eventually i gave up on both - it feels so arbitrary, this shift from "old" to "new." i don't really believe in new year's resolutions - i think self improvement ought to be an ongoing item on one's agenda, or not at all. i understand the need some people feel to give themselves a sense of direction, or turning a new leaf, but perhaps because this last year carried with it its own momentous ends and beginnings (graduating from school, starting a new job), i feel the new year is merely a continuation of business as usual.

our christmas was quiet, with at least 2 or 3 days given over to doing not much of anything at all. crusty juggler and d spent two weeks with us, thereby raising the bar for guests for all time to come: coffee was made every morning, breakfast more often than not, and while we still worked, d would have dinner ready for when we got home. frankly, i didn't want them to leave. guests who feel like part of the household are the very best kind of guests!

we rang in the new year with a soiree that has become an annual event - this year our guest list topped 40 (including the shortest, cutest, and least reliably toilet-trained segment of the population), and much fun was had. whenever i start to question the quality of my humanhood, all i have to do is look around at the people in my life and i am forced to recognize that i cannot be all that bad when i am surrounded by friends and family of such top shelf quality. mists me up, it does.

i managed to drink relatively responsibly and was thus able to get up the next morning (after hitting the hay after 4am!) and vacuum the party room with very little physical or existential discomfort. mr. monkey and crusty juggler and i managed to clean up a lot the night before, but some decorations remained. turns out some intrepid fellow condo dweller figured the leftover decorations were fair game and took off with two of my dollar store snowflakes, which caused me more disgust than pain. boggles the mind, it does, but whatever: there goes $2.50 along with my faith in humanity...

we are now in the midst of our customary january deep freeze and tomorrow work begins anew. i'm just thrilled beyond anything that the thought of a work monday after two weeks of indolence and bliss doesn't bother me one little bit. and so, life goes on.

may the new year bring you a continuation of the good of the old, and a cessation of the bad!

4 comments:

Tom said...

So glad you had such a wonderful time over Christmas and New Year, except for the one petty act of theft that you mentioned.

I find myself in agreement with you over all the major points you make. I, too, never make New Year resolutions. I see that as an exercise in setting yourself up to fail. If the resolution is important enough, why wait until the New Year? If it isn't that important, why bother?

I have probably wished you and yours all the best for 2015 on some post or other. One does so tend to lose track, doesn't one? Nevertheless, I shall wish you everything that you might, in wisdom, wish for in the coming year.

Zhoen said...

Meh, if that's the worst a drunk with a "good idea" did, you got off very well. An easy sacrifice to the God Bilious.

I want off the beer in November, when I sniffed a problem, asked if I was starting early on a NY resolution. No, just taking care of stuff as it happens, which, as you point out, is the only way to do it.

I do wish you a year that you don't look back on and say, 'whew, glad that's over.' I've had a few too many years like that.

polish chick said...

tom - thank you, and much of the same to you.

zhoen - huh, i never considered that it might have been a drunk coming home even later than us. i just assumed it was an early riser with an eye for shiny things.

and thanks, last year was definitely one of huge changes and good things - not at all one i was happy to turn my back on. i hope you, too, have a great 2015.

Cthulku said...

It's always nice to hear that one was a good guest. I always worry that I'm overstepping my bounds when I presume to do such domestic things.

Y'all were great hosts, and Crusty and I remarked -- once we got over the harrowing journey -- that we both immediately missed everyone that we saw back home. There's nothing at all like holidays at the Monkeys'!

Finally: resolutions are designed to fail. It's fine to have a new perspective, bla bla bla, but the best way to change behaviour is via small, incremental, and specific steps, with frequent acknowledgement and reward. To hell with resolutions! Pass the pie!