I will accept snow; where is it? Applications will be rushed. SNOW ALREADY.
10-ish days to beginning-of-semester. Month off: needed. Well-used. And it's not even over.
Holidays: CHEER. Minimal stress. Normalcy without normalness is my norm, normally.
I DID wear my festive dress - twice. One, for a night of theatre and a good friend's wassail party; two, to another good friend's wedding. In Georgia. I got to see Atlanta and some surrounding areas. Drivers were way too aggressive, and I'm used to Chicago, for crying out loud! (Have I already mentioned this? Apparently I'm traumatized)
But anyways, this is the best pic I managed to get of it. Dork.
In other sartorial news, I BOUGHT JEANS. (At SalArmy in Indiana, $6.) But they are black jeans so it's not really that much of a difference. It's nice to have them now that it's finally getting colder, though. Who knew. (Everyone who wears jeans.)
(I actually have another pair of black jeans but they are not for daily wear. Strangely, both pairs are Ralph Lauren. Also, who knew?)
I went home for a New Year's Christmas with my fam.
First I went to Mary's Motown Dance party.
As you can see, Mary is VERY RAD.
And New Years Day was, ahem, Christmas.
Thing 1 (niece) on the left wanted fake poop. Yep. She got it. For her toy dog. Thing 2 (niece) on the right wanted stuffed animals, so I got her a Himalayan, which I think she referred to as a bear for a little while. Same difference. Right?
(Which reminds me: go look at this Twitter. It's awesome.)
And I finished the Pooh animal set with Tigger. Okay, okay, I have a bunch more to do, and I won't stop making them, but I will definitely take any leads on tiny stuffed craft things.
Here's Mary's pic of the set. You can tell my skills, such as they are, have improved since Pooh (the first animal, naturally).
And. Well. There's this.
It is not a present. It is/they are the ashes of my dog. If this disturbs you, you're not alone - it blows my mind, and not really in a good way. I had a good cry over them when I got back to CLE. Can't say I go in for this rainbow bridge idea... except when I think about it, actually meeting Biff, um, on a rainbow - I cry. I also had a dream the other night that he wasn't, in fact, dead! He just had a cough! Apparently the denial phase has to occur in my dreams.
But it was easier this time, at home. He is still very missed. Sweet boy.
Well, I haven't QUITE hit the ground running, but I do have lots and lots and lots to do - and when I thought about all of it this last week, I was grateful to realize everything that's happening, everything I have to do, I look forward to it all.
So I'm off. And I'll leave you with this.