2: 52 weeks.
In the spirit of the new year, what with a new president, a new dog, a new head cold, and new zest for French macaroons, I'm just going to forge ahead and pretend like it isn't the end of January and I'm sharing my resolutions with you all right on time. Because I am feeling both optimistic and delusional. Feel free to hold me accountable.
A New List for a New Year
- Learn to play the accordion. A child's accordion or toy will do. It's just that. damn. I have always wanted to be the chick with the accordion.
- Leave the city. Which includes visiting the Oregon Coast at least once, and the Columbia River Gorge. I have been thinking about this place more and more lately. I plan to take the pup on every excursion. He's an explorer of the world, that one. And since we're on the topic,
- Fully commit myself to Bradley's separation anxiety training. Every day. No excuses. I haven't talked about it much here, but we've sought professional help, someone specializing in the disorder and highly traumatized dogs, and there is much hope for recovery in six to twelve months. This pup is so incredibly loving, with a capacity for gentleness that I've never before seen in an animal. I owe him a least that much.
- Finish decorating the studio and attic/guest space. After working exceedingly hard on the rest of the house, I was overtaken by a fit of laziness. And then it snowed and was winter and, you know, more laziness. But I think our guests would prefer to sleep in a bed.
-Buy a guest bed.
- Find at least four new bands to love. This does not include new albums from old favorites. When it comes to new artists, my old fuddyduddy tendencies have been increasing lately, and this must be stopped before I begin wandering around with an ear trumpet, talking about Gershwin.
- Make at least one dress. I would like to make one I really love this time. Preferably in gingham. How long until Spring again?
- Take part in the One Little Word project. Too many to choose from, but in the end, I decided on still. Because if you know me at all, you know that I am rarely still. With or without the camera, moving at the speed of light. Aaron refers to me as 'the squirrel' for good reason. But it's internal stillness that concerns me, the thing I most want to embody. Somehow in focusing on that this year, I feel like all the rest will fall into place. Which leads me to...
- 52 Weeks. What better way to seek stillness than to be your own material? I am already on week four and feeling wholly out of my element. Definitely good.
- Dance barefoot in the living room with Aaron as often as possible. There can never be enough of that.
The list-lover in me would like to go on and on, but if I learned anything from last year, it's that simplicity is everything, fun is necessary, and geekiness is unavoidable. Off to find an accordion... Happy weekend, friends.