It's after ten in the morning and all I've done is make four breakfasts and help Mr. Moon take a splinter out of his finger and watch some Pawn Stars with Hank.
"What do you want to do today?" I ask him. "What do YOU want to do today?" he says.
I am trying to force myself to go up those stairs and open the closets and start hauling stuff out.
Stuff, stuff, shit and stuff.
Actual real shit because mice have made that their nesting place for quite some time and please don't judge me- this house is old and yes, we have mice and so what? I'd rather live in this old house with mice than in a hermetically sealed modern place where no wildlife ever intrudes. We've had bats and mice and rats and squirrels and on Christmas morning the chickens walked right into the kitchen door but that's not quite the same, is it? Jessie and Vergil live in downtown Asheville, North Carolina and a possum sometimes walks boldly through the cat door. And the cat doesn't mind one bit.
Mr. Moon and Jason have been up since yonks for hunting and now they're cutting up Mr. Moon's doe from his last hunt in Georgia. For some reason, this makes me happy. I think it's a gene thing. The same gene most likely that makes me happy to find eggs in the nest and see greens growing in the garden.
But obviously I don't really have much to talk about and yes, it's the last day of 2012 and quite frankly that doesn't mean much to me as I am of the opinion that time is so ephemeral that trying to measure and chain it down into years and days and moments is a human frivolity and so I'm not giving that a whole lot of credence or importance. Yes, a lot of really cool stuff happened in 2012 around here, mainly that Gibson was born and Jessie and Vergil got engaged and yes, Obama got re-elected but mostly, I'm just glad to still be alive and living in this old house with the mice and rats and squirrels and bats and chickens in the yard and husband who cuts up deer and loves me.
I wonder how many deer heads are buried in my back yard.
Hard to say.
So good morning and happy new year and so forth and so on and get your new calendars out of their wrappers and go ahead and write in everyone's birthdays and anniversaries and we'll just see what happens to fill in the rest of those little squares. One never knows.
Do you have a plan for this evening? Do you put on a little black dress and go out and celebrate or do you, like us, think that New Year's Eve is amateur night and so tend to stay in and be safe and go to bed at a reasonable hour, convinced of the fact that time will pass and the ball will drop whether you are watching it or not?
I'm going to make spaghetti today. That's what I've got planned.
Spaghetti. Not pasta. Spaghetti. I have ground venison and mushrooms and peppers and onions and garlic and probably some cheat-ass spaghetti sauce that I bought buy-one-get-one-free. It'll be delicious.
And clean out the closets. Yes. Maybe. We'll see. Just like for the rest of the coming-up year.