Ave friends and followers (all two of you!) Well December seems to be flashing by at light speed for some reason, odd as November seemed to never end. Already the 13th though it feels like the 1st - then again that could possibly be due to a distinct lack of vitamin D (you win this one, sunlight.) It's a shame seeing how December's always been one of my favorite months - cold, dark, and filled with good company (and baking - gods let's not forget the baking!) It also helps that my birthday is coming up, along with Yule so presents are imminent, and I really can't wait for Arte and Nat to see what they're getting - Stella and I've done a lot of online shopping to find the greatest (realistically affordable) gifts for everyone this year. Another reason I love the holidays is because all my friends who've gone off into the wide world or who are otherwise too busy get to relax, slack off, and stop by for tea, snacks, and the occasional session of Bowie worship. Yes Lizzy, that was mostly directed at you dear. Actually for this break in particular I've been planning a rather grand tea party, bordering on hedonistic feast, for a few of my best friends that I haven't seen in ages. There will be cookies, fudge, cookies, tea, and maybe even cookies! (In case you can't tell I'm rather excited by some of the new cookie recipes Stella and I have been perfecting.) I'm also excited about cleaning up, boring as it sounds. I've finished up quite a few projects I'd been working on and now I'm ready to tackle the biggest one of all - this wretched thing we call a house. If you all never hear from me again it'll be because some stack of rubbish or old clothes has fallen on me and either killed me outright or pinned me long enough for me to starve (alas, with all the wicked baking I've been doing I think I could probably last to next December on body fat alone.) Hopefully it won't come to that but there you have it.
Another thing that has me so sickeningly chipper at this eleven at night is the fact that Arte has started his own blog right here at Second Sight - Ordainment of the Gifted Mind. He's such a quiet soul that it's nearly impossible to tell what's going on in that stormy mind of his, hopefully this will allow me some small window into the thoughts of one I consider among my closest friends. He rarely opens up (torture to someone like me who always wants to know what's on someone's mind) so hopefully this'll give him a much needed outlet (as well as keeping me from hair-pulling levels of stress every time he so much as frowns.)
Still I feel a bit justified in worrying about my friends' states of minds - one recently attempted suicide. It's no secret I'm drawn to troubled individuals - like attracts like and all that - but I didn't see it coming at all. To be fair we haven't spoken much recently, so she and her issues were sort of out of sight and out of mind until she told me what she'd tried to do to herself. I couldn't believe it - she was the last person I'd have thought, always there for me when I was ready to do myself in, talking me down, keeping me company and taking care of me. Yet there it was, and I had to face it. I had to face that I wasn't there for her, wasn't even worried for her until she told me. You'd think after losing enough friends to depression and such you'd be able to know when to be there, when to worry, but I had no idea. Still, she says she won't try again - she's taking her survival as a sign that she's not done yet (considering it's a miracle - a word I don't use lightly - that she survived at all I don't blame her), and that she's cleaning up her act a bit - and frankly I believe her. I'll say no more on this - I doubt she'd even want me to say this much but I thought I should give some context to the zeal with which i worry about all my friends.
But morbid news and thoughts aside, I am still quite happy with life at the moment - those hickory nuts I mentioned in my last post make an exquisite butter (though sadly I lack any kind of homemade jams or preserves to go with them - no hickory nut butter and jelly sandwiches for me); Mimi the adorable tortie kitten is fast becoming Miette the gorgeous tortoiseshell cat; there is talk of making boxty, delicious potato pancakes I've craved since the day I flew back from Eire; it's nearly a tolerable temperature outside (a rare thing in Houston); I should soon be able to replenish my supplies of cardamom and caraway; and above all Nat will finally have some time off of school to spend with me! I guess it really is the most wonderful time of the year, you know, except for all the insufferable music, and with that thought I say pleasant nights to you all friends and loves.
Oh, and sorry about taking so long between last update and this - with a little nudge of encouragement I've decided to start finally writing again (well writing stories to be precise) so I've been setting up another blog to serve as an archive for a collection of short stories and vignettes I've been meaning to write for ages now. I'll of course let you all see it once it's ready!
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