Life is fine.

hmmm... huuummmmm.....

Pistachios are a great thing to have in a large bowl.
When you want music you can't go rummaging in more than one place... unless you separate them by genre into different rooms... hmmmm....
Make soups. Everything fits into soup, there are no exclusions. Just add spices.
If you keep giving gifts to the neighborhood squirrels, they will give you gifts back. Peanuts beget moss & twigs.
Heart shaped rocks are meant to be found and kept.
Large bowls are essential to a house. Make them or find them, just have them. Something unexpected will make its way into them.

It's early in the morning and both my cats just starting preening and cleaning themselves (one because of the other I'm sure) because 2 minutes ago they were sound asleep, and now the silence has been thickened by a slurping slapping sound of dry hairballs being made... and now four minutes later they are both back to sleeping... it's like a Las Vegas show, of the circus-sideshow-variety.

I'm giving up trying to update people in writing the way I used to update my journals for myself, backlogging my brain with events till they clogged up my synapses and I had to sit down for hours or days and write them all down. In the end I felt "caught up", or forgiven, yet more relieved, like the great trip to the bathroom after the 12 hour Greyhound bus ride. Chasing that feeling only brings more relief, but it doesn't really get the point across - that all which has transpired my 33 years can't be written in a sitting today or tomorrow or the next day. Neither can these last months or few years or even from the great perspective-point of Y2K. So I pass on the update.

Right now, Santa Claus has escaped torture in the Middle East on the TV and is driving the South Park kids in his sleigh, dropping Napalm-loads of Christmas tidings to the Muslims below. The Christmas tree is glowing with ornaments and lights, a few presents bubbling their possibilities beneath. A GRE study guide sits atop some German tax return forms, and the house still smelling from the cooking festival we had today... ratatouille, salmon with vinaigrette and endive, and a corn, bean tabouli salad for later. Guitar in the corner, decorations and Christmas settling in all over the place... how did we get here? It's a long story, it's a story in the making for 11 months this Saturday, December 22, the winter solstice. It's a damn good story for the holidays.

Life is fine.