A portion of our Christmas tree, Christmas 2009
It’s been a full two weeks since I posted here and I have been itching to get back to it. I have spent the better part of the day doing laundry, catching up on the phone with my best friend, Janet, who had been back in the States for the holidays, and trying to get hundreds of megapixels of photos loaded onto Flickr. That and it is the first full day I have had with the computer all to myself in the daytime, and the first day in which it has been *totally* quiet in the apartment! I have been relishing the silence, just me and my thoughts.
I have in mind about seven or eight posts for this blog. There is a critical mass of blogginess that is building up to exploding, and I have spent the whole day (as I wrote above) trying to get photos loaded to correspond with posts and to begin to make a dent in all the writing I would like to do. My cravings for a laptop are probably stronger than ever right now, and yet I really know it is not something that is to be at this time (else I would have one… right?) and I don’t really know if I could ever reach a “saturation point” of blogging “salinity” anyway — a point where I would feel that I have adequately written all that needs to be written and posted.
Then there is this itching I have to try some novel writing, to dip into that world of fiction. I love the clacking of the keyboard for this kind of writing: my fingers can just about keep up with the dialogue in my head on the keyboard. Handwriting makes my hand hurt and my mind hurt even more from the slower pace. I really was born in the best generation for writing according to the pace that I think. I love computers for writing.
In the meantime, I have to do with what means I have and that is trying to read and write as much as I can possibly cram into the daytime hours when the quiet and solitude I have is most conducive to doing these things. I am, therefore, trying to get a post in before I have to go and buy a couple of chickens to roast and prepare something for Paul (this is PJ, by the way. Some time ago I had his permission to stop using “PJ” and just use his given name publicly, and I decided that today is the day to do it) and I to eat for dinner. I’m thinking hummus with the chicken sounds good.
I have to get some news out, though.
In my previous post, I was questioning my holiday spirit (or lack thereof). I got a lot of great feedback from readers, and I really appreciated your thoughts on how to put the fun and spirit back into things. I needed a little encouragement, and I got some, so thank you.
Also, though, Christmas was redeemed for me at the 11th hour (really, it was past 11 am on Christmas morning – maybe even more like 2 pm).
Paul’s family, because of how they celebrated Christmas when he was young with time divided between relatives, opens all their large gifts from family at midnight on Christmas Eve. They then go to sleep in the wee hours of Christmas morning, and then the next day open smaller gifts in stockings. When they were really young, Santa also had paid a visit with a gift or two because we all know that he visits while children are sleeping on Christmas Eve. Paul observes the same tradition with his children. So, we opened gifts at midnight on Christmas Eve, and then the next day we woke up late (one of the big gifts was a Wii, and Paul and the kids were up until 3 am or so setting it up and playing. I could not last that long…), I made some gluten-ful chocolate chip muffins for the gluten and dairy eaters, and we opened stockings.
I somehow wound up opening most of the stuff in my stocking last. When I got to the bottom of my Christmas stocking, there was an interesting-looking box waiting for me, the very last of all the gifts. When I opened it, I saw a beautiful sterling silver and black pearl ring inside. While I was looking at the ring, kind of confused as to what it was doing in there, Paul said to me, “That is an engagement ring. Will you marry me?”
The first words out of my mouth were a stunned, “Are you kidding me?” and he replied, “No. I’m serious. Will you marry me?”
It took me a while to really register what was going on, and then I started to feel funny that I had not answered right away. But I was composing myself to make absolutely certain I was answering him with a clear heart and a clear head. So I waited until I knew for sure what I was going to say.
I went into the kitchen with Paul. I once more asked, “You’re not kidding, right?”
He said, “No.”
So I said, “Yes, I will.” 🙂
Sometime in 2010, Paul and I will become wed and we will “officialize” our already strong relationship. We don’t yet know where (in France? In the US?) or exactly when, but it will happen as soon as we can figure it all out. We are both really happy that 2010 will hold this special event.
As for me, I just keep thinking as a kind of mantra, “The third time’s the charm.”
Here is the ring:
I love it. It is unique and beautiful. It was a gorgeous surprise and helped to make my questionable Christmas a memorable one.
Of course I will keep you all posted about the hows and wheres and whens of this endeavor. In the meantime, here’s to hoping I can create a few posts this week before my head explodes with the writing that wants to be accomplished!
Over and out.