I want you to imagine that I am talking into a microphone, the kind that hangs down in a ring, or rather used to, in the old boxing days of Joe Louis and Rocky Marciano.
"When I am with my family there are always moments of joy and peace interspersed with a third rail hum of unresolved feelings or childhood wounds (mine and everyone’s), love and connection mixed with let’s get this over with." Such delicious writing, such a joy to read.
I really enjoyed reading this, Deirdre. “The last week of the year is slow-moving and quixotic, a strange purgatory.” Ummm, yes. The strangest week of the year where I have to peel myself off of something (the bed, couch, floor (?!!?!) or fridge handle) and get on with it. I’m glad we have a year until we have to do that again 😅
“This long strange week, which always seems to contain the year, and maybe all the years, up to it.”
I love this line Deirdre... what is it about these in between days that gets into our very bones and sifts every past heartbreak and joy into a mixture so thick and curdled we no longer recognize the difference between the two..?
A pleasant picture of past events and reminds me of the seat cushion I sat on that was dented but did rebound after the weight was lifted. This is how I envision the past years chronic fatigue that now fills up with life sustaining gator aid and electrolytes to endure a few more days, weeks, months of sports games and political games to keep us entertained.
I really enjoyed reading this, Deirdre. “The last week of the year is slow-moving and quixotic, a strange purgatory.” Ummm, yes. The strangest week of the year where I have to peel myself off of something (the bed, couch, floor (?!!?!) or fridge handle) and get on with it. I’m glad we have a year until we have to do that again 😅
"When I am with my family there are always moments of joy and peace interspersed with a third rail hum of unresolved feelings or childhood wounds (mine and everyone’s), love and connection mixed with let’s get this over with." Such delicious writing, such a joy to read.
Thanks Jeffrey!
I really enjoyed reading this, Deirdre. “The last week of the year is slow-moving and quixotic, a strange purgatory.” Ummm, yes. The strangest week of the year where I have to peel myself off of something (the bed, couch, floor (?!!?!) or fridge handle) and get on with it. I’m glad we have a year until we have to do that again 😅
Thank you for this! Peel myself off the fridge handle, yes exactly!!
“This long strange week, which always seems to contain the year, and maybe all the years, up to it.”
I love this line Deirdre... what is it about these in between days that gets into our very bones and sifts every past heartbreak and joy into a mixture so thick and curdled we no longer recognize the difference between the two..?
Happy New Days to you Deirdre..! X
I don't know! But it could be that it's an ending and all endings are rough. and thank you, Happy New Days to you.
"someone in the car not coming in" - That would be me. 😂
This calls for an Aztec Raven Death Whistle: https://youtu.be/pIAoWAtdtac?si=ObBrIHsewkj6jer7 Happy New Year, D!
Laughing! oh my god that's terrifying. ha
Happy New Year D. Good one. 💕
Thanks Cher.
Happy New Year, Deirdre! What a joy to bump into you here. I’ve so loved reading your work these last months of ‘23. Looking forward to more in ‘24!
Thank you!! I feel the same.
the old guy at jiffy lube!
My guy!
Happy New Year, Deirdre. I look forward to your 2024 words, and your book is in-house, ready to kick it all off. Congratulations to you!
Thank you! I’m on my way over for dinner!
A pleasant picture of past events and reminds me of the seat cushion I sat on that was dented but did rebound after the weight was lifted. This is how I envision the past years chronic fatigue that now fills up with life sustaining gator aid and electrolytes to endure a few more days, weeks, months of sports games and political games to keep us entertained.
What an image! That’s it.
Another lovely example of your fine writing and your fine voice and perspective! Happy New Year!
I really enjoyed reading this, Deirdre. “The last week of the year is slow-moving and quixotic, a strange purgatory.” Ummm, yes. The strangest week of the year where I have to peel myself off of something (the bed, couch, floor (?!!?!) or fridge handle) and get on with it. I’m glad we have a year until we have to do that again 😅