last winter, when I was a.) snowed in with 40 cm of snow outside (with our steep driveway in the middle of unplowed nowhere, it might as well have been 40 meters), and b.) simultaneously bronchitis'ed in with a steadily 40C temperature. Doing it differently.
So now, just as a sleek new winter unsheathes her claws, I'm leaving, for more than a month. Kids pulled out of school, dog at the neighbor's place, the whole kit and caboodle. Between making lists of lists and de-virusing my computer (...) I've also been spending way too much mental energy trying to figure out how I could continue to blog while traveling. I finally realized I can perhaps better spend that time with, y'know, my family, rather than scrambling to find a nearby internet cafe then sitting hunched and closed as a parenthesis, tapping out my missive while trying not to be distracted by the clackety fan. (Oh, the notion of the fan's because we'll be in Vietnam...)
I really think of those extra few hours of non-blogging as a Christmas presents to yours truly.
Because, man alive, these kids, I really have to enjoy them this very moment: they absolutely insist upon growing, and at a speed that leaves me slightly dazed. The little one's plaid flannel pyjama sleeves? Midway up his forearms. My sweet eldest (her face lengthening into something frighteningly close to maturity)? She does things on a horse that make me blanch--circus tricks kind of stuff. Sigh. I'd just like for this time, during which their open faces are still small enough to cup in my hands, to last a wee bit extra. Is asking for time to stretch asking for too much?
So yes, I'm off for a big long month with the family. Cross your fingers that we, all of us, are too thrilled to notice the slight time difference between Alpha and Golf.
Please look for me again in the beginning of January, a few short days after the hangovers wane and the New Year's resolutions to lose weight are declared, after the friends and family have straggled home and you're just beginning to evaluate the possibility of maybe perhaps taking down the decorations.
I think of you in kind of this way, out there in the ether, my own New York--only in human form.
Maybe you are someone who smiles and laughs at some of the same things I do, and maybe, just maybe, you are also someone who wants to spend a little time with the ones they love, somewhere warm. I wish you loads of smiles, laughs, warmth and more. Happy Thanksgiving, if there's a turkey in your near future. And Merry Christmas, too. (Bet I'm the first this year to say that!) I promise I'll bring along a little bit of Vietnam to show and tell in the new year.