07 Jan 2018

December Has Stopped Now

bicycle at top of hill near trees

tangled trousers on washing line in snow

dramatic sky just before dusk

dramatic sky just before dusk with b few birds in it

sunset with washing line

at the pond

Now we are out of the Arbitrarily Stupidest Month of the Year TM and can get on with things again.

I have been getting on with:

a) Temporarily forgetting that the age of my body is 37, not 7, and running down a grassy hill screaming, just for the hell of it. Then wondering, an hour later, "why does my knee hurt?" and then, the next day, "Why do my legs hurt in four places and why is walking down hills now suddenly painful?"
b) Adding "running down hills screaming" to my list of things that I must not do any more because I am apparently too old. I'm not even that old! What is this? I don't approve.
c) Two things that are large, long-term projects that are taking ages so I feel like I can't disclose any details until they're done, which is kind of frustrating but one day they will be finished. They will.
d) Spending the daylight part of the winter solstice on a bicycle in some trees, which I entirely recommend. (Obviously this was before the end of December, but it is still getting mentioned because it was nice.)
e) Finding a skirt in a charity shop the other day that seems to be a kind of distillation of the nineties, all crushed velvet and black and multicoloured floral patterns, almost exactly the same fabric as a hat that one of my friends had in 1996. Obviously I bought it, and was so excited about it that I changed into it in the pub toilets straightaway afterwards.
f) Not my tax return, ohgodohgod