01.03.2004 - 1:35 p.m.
It's been snow snow snowing
the last few days, a rarity in our neck of the woods, and it's
just the right amount to coat everything in a soft blanket of
whiteness and quiet without actually making the local roads too
dangerous. There's enough to make a snowman, biff JB on the head
with a hastily assembled missile, and laugh at the cat mincing
her way around the yard.
Flakes are still falling today,
and JB, who is possibly clinically insane, is off diving this
afternoon while I stay curled in a warm robe drinking coffee.
I keep looking out the window and marveling at how transformed
our neighborhood looks - pillowy, serene, magical.
Our snow arrived on New Year's
Eve, which JB and I spent at a wonderful restaurant ordering
every damn item on the menu including a criminally expensive
(but oh! so good!) bottle of wine. At midnight, we toasted each
other with champagne and gazed out the window at Seattle's fireworks
show. A perfect evening, really.
When we first started talking
about our New Year's plans, a few weeks back, JB sort of groaned
and asked why I always wanted to do something special.
Why can't we just take it easy and watch the ball drop on TV
like most people, he wanted to know.
Well, because I'm sure we'll
come to a point in our life soon enough where we'll be content
to sit propped against each other on a couch, barely staying
awake in time to whoop halfheartedly at the stroke of midnight,
shuffling off to bed shortly thereafter. In our fucking SLIPPERS,
We may be lame, but we're not
that lame yet.
Plus, I told JB, it's all your
fault. You're the one who decided New Year's Eve would be a good
time to propose.
It was in the final moments
before Y2K, at a party hosted by the company I was working for
at the time in Las Vegas. As everyone chanted down the last seconds,
and streamers were flying everyone, and people were screaming,
in the midst of everything there was JB on bended knee, holding
up the most beautiful ring I'd ever seen. We didn't even exchange
words, I just hugged him tight and snurfled tears all over his
suit jacket and put that ring right the hell on my finger and
we slow danced to some song the band was playing and people were
taking pictures of us and I didn't give a shit if every plane
was falling out of the sky right then because I was so happy.
So, you know, a precedent was
set. The moment must be savored, once a year, even if
it's while bellowing out karaoke of dubious quality in a redneck
bar in Oregon's tiniest backwoods town (2002), or freezing our
asses off snowshoeing on Mt. Rainier (2001).
This year it was savored along
with some decadent crème brulee. Perhaps not the best
start to a healthy year of lean muscle mess, but fuck it, the
only resolution I'm making to myself this year is to appreciate
what I have, if it that means appreciating the holy hell
out of a gooey dessert, so be it.
Here's to 2004. Hope it's a
good one for all of us.
comments so far.
I have moved. - 1.03.2005
Obviously, a work in progress. - 12.27.2004
Happy holidays! - 12.24.2004
Listen, I am not a complete dick, it's not like I want Joe to die alone surrounded by cats or something. - 12.23.2004
Plus I am convinced my butt is extra big when it's upside down. - 12.22.2004