Post-Thanksgiving wrap-up

[chanaleh]

Things I should have been doing tonight:
* Revising my draft for this essay contest (needs to be submitted by Wednesday morning)
* Making food (I've barely dirtied a dish in this house in three or four weeks, except for coffee)
* Answering a whole lot of emails I've been stalling on, several of them related to pending freelance projects
* Sleeping, probably (been fighting an impending cold on and off for a week)
* Meditating to integrate the lessons of today (on which I'm not going to expound beyond the fact that they basically boil down to Chill The F**k Out)

Things I did instead:
* Laundry (okay, needful)
* Errands of various kinds (okay, also needful)
* Consumed previously-made food
* Refreshed Facebook etc. about 67 times (what this post calls "insecurity work", and which I kinda need to get a handle on, stat)

And, I mean, when tonight's class got cancelled I thought seriously for a while about going ice skating tonight, and I guess it's just as good I didn't do that, either. (Though I really, really intend to, and soon. Whether or not I can talk anyone else into coming.)

On the other hand, there is something remarkably soothing about folding your partner's laundry. T-shirts, socks, underwear. All the stuff of a week.

We had a really nice, calming (at least for me) Thanksgiving trip to Boston. Aside from actual Thanksgiving day and night at justom's parents, we stayed with firstfrost and harrock, sequestered in their attic, which was just perfect. They very sweetly picked us up at South Station late Wednesday night -- after a surprising range of navigational adventures getting there! but once we were settled into the van, I started to feel... peaceful. Like I suddenly knew where I was again. Where we were.

Also, firstfrost made me socks! Lovely marled green-and-blue like mermaid's scales.

We slept for hours and hours (the lesson having been learned last year that Boston is for sleeping). We bought a great deal of excellent cheese (and le Beaujolais Nouveau est arrive!) and invited people over to their house to consume it. (justom: "Were you OK? You seemed quiet." Me: "Oh! Yeah, totally. I was just... contented.") I went to shul. I went to visit the yeshiva bochur. I hung out with hilaritea for some much-overdue catching-up. There was a post-run dinner mob to the Friendly Toast, as there always is. There was brunching. There was companionable puttering on the sofa. There was talking.

And I didn't really get much writing done, but I did a little, at least, and a little reading too.

On which note, gonna go try to make actual progress for another half an hour, and then make good on that sleeping thing.

Comments

[c1.livejournal.com]

There was a post-run dinner mob to the Friendly Toast, as there always is.
I take it you didn't drive up to Portsmouth.

[chanaleh.livejournal.com]

Well, no, the Kendall Square one, which is still hanging on somehow, miraculously. :-)

[sanpaku.livejournal.com]

I hate to break it to whoever wrote the article, but the whole point of checking your bank balance, etc., isn't insecurity, but in the category of "somewhat productive time wastage." If there were useful ideas, plans, worlds to conquer, etc., I'd be motivated to DO them instead of screwing around on teh Interwebs...

[vettecat.livejournal.com]

Glad you had a relaxing visit!