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student of okinawan history All Karate Kid II outside today, rain slinging around like thin daggers, wind crashing down buildings, overturning cars, snapping radio towers like matchsticks, sky all gray and ominous. There’s even a dude outside yelling “Saaaaaa-to!” Almost like being in Okinawa, except I wouldn’t know, because I’ve never been.
Back to work this week, almost like I’d never been gone, like the holiday hadn’t happened. Except it wasn’t really like that at all, not even a little. It’s been an almost languorous week, a gentle reintroduction to the concept of working the hours away instead of playing them. (Away.) Went and had myself a terrific new year, hope you all did the same. Felicia and I took ourselves a small weekend away, followed by a couple of days of recovery. Christmas was pretty great, too. I wasn’t able to go back to Washington to see the folks this year, which meant that I missed the traditional opening-of-the-gifts-progressively-earlier-and-earlier-each-year thing. But that was okay, because a couple of nights before Christmas, Felicia came by and I’d decorated our little tree, and she was all just one gift? and I’m like okay but that’s all and so we open gifts and then when we’re done there are still a few left and she gives me those big pleading eyes (see previous post) and I caved, and that was that. First time I told her about my family’s inability to wait for Christmas morning, she was all what the — that’s insane. After we finished opening everything, she looked around with a smile, and then her smile faded. Now what are we going to do on Christmas morning? The last couple of days before we had to get our asses back to work, we basically laid around like potato sacks. I wrote, but only a little, because it’s hard to write when your girl is kicked back on your couch, working out the chords of some of your favorite songs on her guitar, and singing all sweetly, then stopping, sticking her tongue out, getting a note right, then singing again. Hard to focus, you understand. Hard to focus on work today, too, what with the perfect weather all smashing up against the windows, all come out, come out and play. I swear I hear that stubborn girl ringing that tsunami bell. Ah, man, it’s like music to my ears. I’m forming a grassroots movement, a grassroots movement to declare all inclement weather days national holidays, or at least boss-says-I-can-go-home-early days. Who’s in?
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January 7th, 2008 at 6:03 pm
amen. i’m in. working on such days is nearly impossible.