hi.
first of all, thank you. thanks for checking in, and wondering and asking.
but really. i swear on my honor, i'm not being coy.
it's just that. well. i've been feeling that since i can't really talk all that freely here anymore, that i really can't talk at all.
but here's what i can tell you:
we've been busy.
we've been going to parties, and (most likely, i) have been talking way too much.
we've been baking: gingerbread cookies, and jen's gingerbread, and those pretzel/kiss things i always make, and a dozen (!) batches of granola. (this last, to give away to friends and teachers.)
we've been to parties where we've been singing. (songs i haven't heard since being a kid at church.)
we've been to parties where i wore high heels and drank colorful drinks (and then alot of seltzer water.)
we've been to new york city to shop and eat and meet friends and walk.
we've been to new york city just us two, to walk around holding hands and sit at a bar (!) together (!).
we've dropped anna off in brooklyn with her grandma liz, and we're thinking this should be a more regular occurrence.
i got to go across the street to brooklyn general (!). cue many shots of the new fabric on my table.
the cats think the tree is just a big toy holder.
the cats sleep on our feet every night and act like they're doing us a favor. (they are.)
i moved an extra table in for tonight's sunday dinner.
and i'm going to leave it there all week;
i need to move a whole other table in as well, for next sunday's christmas dinner (19 people!)
i have music on while i work in the kitchen, and light a candle in the morning, and then three or four more by sundown, and try to stave off the panic that comes from worry by just being in the middle of cooking, of hugging somebody next to me, of feeding a crowd, of crossing things off the list.
it seems to be working.
more. maybe. soon. i promise, i'm not being coy. i'm just being me.
xo,
tt
