Late on Wednesday I decided to brave the crowds and go to Rockefeller Center for the Christmas tree lighting ceremony. I knew I’d get there too late to get anywhere near the tree, but that wasn’t the point. The point was I wanted to be one of the voices in the crowd helping with the countdown. So after my evening appointment I hopped on the subway and stood shoulder to shoulder with thousands of strangers around the corner from the tree, listening to the performances over the loudspeaker and joining my voice to count down to the tree’s lighting. Afterwards, as the crowd thinned out, I made my way down the block to lay eyes on the tree for the first time in years.
Here’s a sneak peek of a photo that will appear on my photoblog in a few days. I am very proud of it. The colors, the lights, and the people in the frame make the shot magical.
4 December 2013. Click the image for a slightly larger version.
For some reason this year I am into the holiday spirit mood. Maybe it’s because T and I are well established in our own home. (Last year we were still recovering from our move.) But I’m itching to do decorating and maybe to buy a small, potted fir tree for our foyer table. Maybe being at the tree ceremony did it; as soon as the ceremony ended, I queued up Christmas music on my iPod. Whatever the reason, I am going with the flow.
Christmas may mean baking. Hmmm. I need to get on this.
Also, Merry Christmas to us: after six months, T is officially cleared by the doctor to go back to work full duty on 6 January! T’s back is even better now than it was before the injury, because T’s had the time and the support to properly heal, instead of going back to work still injured. We are both relieved.
Theory: Wake up at 2:30a.m. to use the bathroom. Back to sleep by 2:35a.m.
Reality: Wake up at 2:30a.m. to use the bathroom. Oh, hi, 5:30a.m.!
Today is going to be very interesting.
Thanksgiving is over and Santa has arrived at Macy’s. The Rockefeller Center tree will be lit on Wednesday. And Riverside Ringers had our Advent concert yesterday afternoon. The holidays are officially here!
“Christmastime” Excerpt from our concert.
After a quiet, relaxing 2 days I am on my way back to DC to catch my bus back home. I went into my bestie’s house Wednesday afternoon and didn’t go back to the ground floor, let alone out of her 3-story townhouse, until this morning. It was glorious!
I’ll be picking Lola-hair off me for days, I think. That is one loving pup. I’m very happy my bestie has her in her life. They’re good for each other.
T has a doctor’s appointment in Manhattan at 2, and my bus is supposed to arrive at 1:30. So we’ll meet at the doctor’s office and go home together. I’m looking forward to that. I think T is, too, judging from the number of texts I got theze few days.
My spontaneous NaNoWriMo project has blossomed to 35K+ words as of last night. I wrote 4000 words yesterday, alone. I guess there was more in me that needed to come out than I realized!
I have acquired a shadow while Mommy showers.
I am thankful for:
- Great food.
- Time alone with my bestie and her sweet doggie.
- Being able to talk to her about anything. Seriously, if you had heard part of the conversation we had in the late evening, I would have been mortified.
- Text messages and picture messages from T. I even got a good night text.
- Being loved and knowing it.
Yum yum. ‘Nuff said.
Last night I preached the gospel of Janelle Monáe to my bestie. We hooked up my laptop’s display output to her 40″ tv, and my eyes rejoiced as they beheld the glory. (Reverent pause. Amen.) She was impressed with the fancy footwork in “Tightrope” and liked Erykah Badu’s cameo in “Q.U.E.E.N.” I’ll think about breaking out “Primetime” sometime tomorrow, glory be.
This morning I watched a documentary overview on Lady Gaga’s career. That’s another young artist I have a lot of respect for. I like what she stands for. I know there are people who have issues with her, but I like her even more after seeing the documentary and her appearance on Ellen this Monday.
The post-turkey sleepiness has set in. *yawn*