This is possibly my last post of the year. I'm still working on establishing my theme for the next year. I got this idea from Meg, who in addiction to being a certified financial planner is also a certified life coach. I get lots of good stuff from dear Meg. Anyways, she suggests a theme for the year, rather than resolutions or goals. A theme can wrap around and through many areas of life plus having a theme doesn't feel so much like punishment. So finding my theme of the year will be something to ponder for the year. I'm sure it will encompass my year at The Closet and all that entails.
I'm moving slowly to integrate myself into my new neighborhood. Our lofts had a Christmas brunch on Saturday morning and I marched my happy ass right into the room full of people I've never met and introduced myself all around. It was nice. I had a couple of nice chats with some people. Met a very interesting (and very gay) man named Edward and we had a great talk about modern architecture. Not that I'm an expert, but a little of Pebbles has rubbed off on me. As soon as I get back from PR and get a bit more settled in, I'm going to start offering my services as a paid dog-walker. I need the exercise and it will allow me to meet more of the neighbors. It appears the majority of the tenants here are twenty and thirty somethings with decent careers. I think this would be a good thing for me. Anyway, something I've been thinking about. Plus, it gives me times with some dogs. I miss SadieLu almost as much as I miss Bick.
I'm doing Christmas with my Mom and sister today, which means I will introduce them to The Closet. I'm sure it will envoke all sorts of emotions and I just need to be prepared. There are a lot of very strange dynamics at play when anyone in the family gets or does something that doesn't happen for my sister. My mom gets jealous - not even my sister. But that is there issue and if I talk to myself about the options prior to the encounter, then I'll be better prepared not to get sucked in or to get my feelings hurt. The vast majority of what goes on with Mom is her throwing her own feelings about my sister back on everyone else. Oh, well. Enough family drama. I've initiated this contact as I do want a relationship with my sister. My Mom, too, for that matter, but she's not particularly good for me, so I have to handle that one with care.
I went to Dallas last night to see the play with Pebbles, Slater and Paris, Pebbles' first roommate out of college. I hadn't seen her in a long time. I just adore her so it'was great to catch up. I opted not to spend the night, as I'd be up and about long before the sleepy headed couple.
And the thing I loved about yesterday was something almost indescribable - it was a group of funked out Santas and elves - as if they were on their way to participate in a burlesque show. There were probably about a hundred of them just walking through Dallas, complete with bullhorns and fishnet stockings. They were just adorable. Made me want to wear a strapless Santa costume. Shelley, you could have picked up lots of ideas from that. I think my favorite may have been Huggy Bear dressed as Santa. Think about a combo of Snoop, Rick James and Saint Nick, if Saint Nick wore feathers. Seriously fun costumes. But alas, I could not get any pictures. I just sat at the light and laughed, waved and honked. Great Fun.
I'm going up to Bick's tonight to have Christmas dinner with he and Sandy. It seems our situation has dramatically improved their relationship. I think it's caused them to each get a little more honest about the elephant in the room. I think that can only be good for them.
Well, I've got to get around her a pick up The Closet so she can be ready for the family inspection.
Take good care of yourself. Be kind to each other. Embrace honestly on all levels.