An entire book.
I mean.
I consumed it.
I chopped it up and snorted it down like it was some sort of happy drug.
I haven’t read fiction in so long it was an aphrodisiac.
I still feel a little high.
I did just like I said I would and I slept in this morning.
I woke up at 9:45 a.m.!
Holy Toledo.
I cannot remember the last time I slept that late. I mean, maybe the ARTumnal Airpusher after party silent dance rave I went to in November, but even the day after coming home from a night of carousing and dancing I was still up by 8:30a.m.
I think.
So this morning was nuts.
I believe it was partially, at least this is my excuse, not that I need one, that it was so clouded over.
Dark and stormy.
Grey and misty and wet.
True San Francisco winter weather, not exactly rain, but mist and wind and rainy and all-pervasive.
San Francisco rain doesn’t really always come straight down, it seems to enwrap you and get everything soaked.
Without directly raining all that much.
So I slept in.
I might have even slept longer were it not for the siren song of my bladder yelling out about the big mug of tea I had before I went to bed last night.
I got up and was leisurely.
Like in a major way.
I think it was 11:30a.m. before I actually sat down for breakfast.
A phone call from my best friend was partially the reason, but mostly, I was just going slow and easy.
I enjoyed my late breakfast and wrote a ton.
A lot.
It was lovely.
And though I didn’t know exactly what I wanted to do, I did know I was going to need to make a run to the grocery store and maybe see what was playing at the Balboa Theater, which is just up the road from me.
Unfortunately I’d already seen one of the movies and the other I am planning on seeing tomorrow.
But.
La Promenade Cafe was open and so I took my book and settled into a big leather arm-chair by the front window and sank into my story.
I bought this book last summer, a few weeks before I was to start my fall intensive for school.
A day before I got my first text-book in the mail for said intensive.
I only read a few of the stories, it’s a collection of shorts from A.M. Holmes called Days of Awe.
I really like her work, I’ve only read her novels and was happy to find that the shorts were just as compelling and in a way very interwoven, so it felt like I was reading a novel in a way.
I read at the cafe and listened to music and people watched and thought how nice it was to actually be in a cafe in my new neighborhood.
The first time since I’ve moved here since mid-September that I actually did something other than laundry in the neighborhood.
It felt a little like getting settled.
I did another first today too, this one may surprise you, although it shouldn’t considering how busy I keep myself.
I went for a walk around my neighborhood!
Yeah.
I know.
I really haven’t done any walking, unless it was from my car to the house or from the house to my car.
I had gotten back from the cafe, unloaded my groceries, roasted a chicken, made a late lunch, sat on my couch, watched the rain, ate brown butter brussels sprouts and hot roast chicken and listened to Coleman Hawkins.
It was delicious.
The food.
The music.
The rain on the windows.
It felt outside of time, I couldn’t remember what day of the week it was, Sunday, Monday, it all blended together.
My tree looked pretty, I lit candles, it was so cozy.
Then the sun burst out for a few minutes and I thought I should go for a sunset walk.
I quickly bundled up, there was only a few minutes before the sun was going to set, and I walked out the door on 48th and down Balboa towards the sea.
As I got closer, I realized that there was a path that I hadn’t seen before and what do you know, it’s actually a little park!
Sutro Dunes!
I had no idea.
Sweet little wood slat path along the base of the grass and flower covered dunes.
In the twilight it was deeply moving and full of divinity.
It felt really good to just do a little stretch around the neighborhood, to see the Cliff House hanging like an ornament over the ocean, to smell the fresh washed air, to just be.
I am pretty lucky when I think about it.
I live by the ocean.
It is literally a block away from my house.
Although I don’t get down to it as much as I would like, it is always a solace to me and I see it every day when I leave in the morning.
I always say hello.
I am in perpetual awe of its beauty.
And I am not often home at sunset to ponder it.
It was a really lovely little gift to me.
I got back to the house right before the rain began again and settled back on my couch, my first day of really sitting on my couch too!
My first day really using my coffee table like a coffee table.
I drank a second homemade cafe au lait, so decadent to have two in one day at my house, and I read more of the book until I left to go do the deal up at 7th and Irving.
Which was also just marvelous.
Ran into some much-loved fellows and heard exactly what I needed to hear.
Came home, heated up dinner.
And yes.
Yes I did.
I ate the rest of the book.
I read 288 pages today.
It was not a chore.
It was the best feeling.
And guess what?
One of my text books for the next semester did come in the mail today.
I did not read it.
I was tempted.
But I realized, did I want to leave the A.M. Holmes until next summer?
Or was it actually ok to let myself have Christmas Eve without homework?
It was ok.
And it was so lovely.
Exactly the kind of day off that will sustain me for many weeks as I marshal my way forward towards this next milestone of learning and life.
Gratitude this Christmas for all the gifts in my life.
There are so many.
The best, I dare say, may be my relationship with myself and the life I have been given.
Grace.
That’s what it is.
Grace.
I have been blessed.
And may you be as well.
Merry Christmas to all.
And to all.
A.
Very.
Good.
Night.
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