"But essentially the camera makes everyone a tourist in other people's reality, and eventually in one's own"
- Susan Sontag, Camera Lucida
A quick recap. Friday afternoon signaled an end to exams around here. And much of my alone time has been newly shared. Saturday was spent cavorting under a Christmas tree. Sunday was the day of the Great Lie In. Monday was devoted to wandering around the mall and saying S#!@! at inopportune moments for dramatic effect. Tuesday was spent circling the
All of this time has been what I have wanted for a Christmas season. No stress about gifts. Only the busting into the Christmas stockings early because they were filled with cola and Almond Joys. I haven't followed through here with Reverb 10 quite like I intended, but I got stumped and decided it was best to continue the journey in my journal until I find the time to post the way I want to. And, now, if you'll excuse me, all I want to do is kiss my sweet under the mistletoe. We don't have any...but I've been spotting in the trees since the leaves left, and I think we might just pause for some smooches if we get out of the house and hit the trails in the morning.
Merry Christmas, and to all a goodnight. I might not be back until the new year, and possibly after our move. Life right now is for the living and I am growing wary of my tendency to become a tourist in my own life.