I was driving to work today and heard the song Christmastime In the City by Mary Chapin Carpenter. God, I love that song. I hear it and just...yeah...it sinks into my bones and I feel myself relax and groove right along.
I was at a movie (not worth talking about) last weekend and saw the preview for Juno. I decided that I HAVE to see this movie. Especially after Bing leaned over and said, "My God, that is Liv in 8 years..." This sort of pissed me off since the movie seems to be about teen pregnancy, but I got her gist. Liv is already very much like the character in that movie already, well...without the pregnancy. And...god...NO, I do not want a grandchild THAT soon.
Yesterday was a snow day and by four p.m. the roads had cleared. Bing, Liv and I decided to go out for dinner before I had to go teach my class. We went here. Boy howdy. Dario specializes in french cuisine, but I am not a fan of mussels or escargot (which Bing and Liv selected) so I ordered the cheeseburger. It was perfectly prepared, like always. Pink in the middle but not too pink. Fries that were crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. Ah...
I looked around the cafe as we ate and thought to myself that it doesn't get much better than this. Candlelight. Warmth. Two people whom I love most in the world.
And then I ate like a fucking sow.
I had to. I had to give one last lecture before finals next week. And if I was going to have to look out into a sea of blank faces taking blind notes (I can't tell you how many times I want to just start babbling to see if they will all diligently write down, "three blind mice, three blind mice..."), I need FUEL.
Liv's Winter program is tomorrow. She is reciting her poem:
I am skating
My blades hit the ice
I am better going backwards than forwards
Will I stand or will I crash?
I'm better at going backwards too. Maybe it is genetic.
I finally finished the Christmas cards. I keep getting all these newsy Christmas letters from my family and they are so FAKE. I would love to read one that says:
Well, Joey is back in rehab. We hope the third time is the charm. I am still eating too many snickers bars and I suppose that I will gain about five more pounds this Christmas like I always do. The dog ate one of our kitchen chairs. Our daughter received yet another DWI. I suppose she needs to go to rehab too. I pee every fucking time I laugh. I will be in diapers soon if this keeps up. Aunt Nell fell in love with the paperboy. They made a run for it but didn't make it. The trial is in two months as he is 14 and she is 54. My Dad is still trying to get everyone to pull his finger. He thinks this is funny...
I love how it feels when you first get into bed and your feet start warming up under those covers. That drowsy, wonderful feeling of knowing that you get eight hours of shut eye with no one to bother you. Just bliss. Sleep.
A good book. A chocolate chip cookie, preferably made by anyone but me.
Watching Liv make a snow fort with a few friends. Brushing out her hair in the morning while she leans against my legs....
Just some cool stuff.
How about you? What is your cool stuff?