I've been off work since before Christmas Eve, so tomorrow's return to the gristmill promises to feel like a bit of a shock. I am a bit afraid that the end of the sofa where I've been placed for the past week will become confused to not have my mass pressing down upon it and may lift up and float away.
It was a lovely break. I saw Steven and Lauren, saw TechnoJeff from days of yore, spent time with friends and family, had our best New Years in quite some time, caught a movie or two and our family Christmas went off without a hitch. To top things off, UT won the Holiday Bowl (congrats to Oregon fans as well).
I did, of course, damage my wrist. I am aware that this is going to take a while to heal, and that's a bitter disappointment.
As I am trying to get this wrist right, I took my parents up on their offer to help me put away our outdoor Christmas lights, so today was de-Christmassing the house (inside and out), an activity for which there are no appropriate carols or songs. The folks, now retired, have time on their hands and I fully intend to abuse this privilege.
The lights are down. The tree is packed. Who knows what things will be like in 11 months' time when those boxes find their way out once again. Its a year end ritual, and I get it. Its how we mark the time.
Had dinner tonight with my folks and Jamie's folks at our local Tex-Mex spot where they usually know us, but all the usual staff was AWOL. I'm guessing tonight was their holiday.
I may recognize the calendar start of the New Year, but it always feels like there's a gray period between raising a glass or stealing a kiss at midnight and finding yourself back at work and writing 2012 in that first email. Putting away the garland, fake tree and nutcrackers becomes part of saying adios to the year that was and makes way for the year that is happening now. A clean slate. Tabula rasa. As I said, there seems like there should be a catchy song for this occasion.
For me, New Years has always been more about saying good-bye to last year than greeting the New Year. There's probably something to that, and the fact that I like to be at home with a cocktail when the clock strikes 12. I am a person who likes to do his reconnaissance before engaging with a new activity or situation. I ask lots of questions about people I'm to meet. I pour over schedules and room layouts. A blank year brings with it the unknown, and I think the only sane response is to eye that year like a new person or job. You have to suss them out a bit before you can start declaring how great this person or job actually is. I have no bold proclamations for how 2012 is going to be "awesome". I have no idea what my life will look like by April.
I am not blue that the holidays are done or that the year has ended. I've got stuff coming up. We've got a lot on our plate for 2012.
But this marks the end of the Holidays and a year. Me watching the Tostitos Fiesta Bowl (tied up at 31-31 in the 4th) with my own two dogs, a borrowed dog (Cassidy is here while Jason is out of town), and the usual gas-logs masking the source of the false fire.
Here's to 2012.