Thursday December 24 2015
Waking up officially at noon thirty.
Irish Oatmeal with Cinnamon, Maple Syrup, Strawberries, Blueberries, and Kefir. Yerba Mate Tea.
Finishing the last episode of Jessica Jones (2015).
Running a couple errands. Dropping off a Christmas card at China Wok. Cecily smiles and returns the Christmas cheer. Janice says, "You brought us Christmas card last year. And you brought one this year. Will you bring one next year?"
Me: "Yes. Every year you will get one!"
I caught Ana wearing a Christmas cat t-shirt while on the job...
Tuna Salad Sandwich with Lettuce and Tomato. Creamy Tomato Soup. Vegetable Root Chips. Honey Green Tea.
Packing up things and getting ready to go. While Ana and I run out the door I yell back to Kevin, "Merry Christmas ya filthy animal!"
We drive out to Goldsboro, North Carolina to see my dad and family. We listen to Brenda Lee on the stereo and admire the originality of the original versions of Christmas songs. Meanwhile, cars blind me with their bright headlights through the rearview mirror and zoom past us at a million miles an hour.
While on I-58 Ana says something about feeling like being on clouds. I try to get her to repeat what she said on the recorder but it's difficult for her to recall the exact words even though they were said only a couple seconds ago.
"Everything that I say cannot be repeated!" She explains. "I'm sorry! If you can't catch it and you can't remember it, I'm sorry! It just comes out sometimes. Sometimes I feel like its magic."
Finally we get her to recall the words, "Whenever I'm riding on a long road I feel like I'm riding on clouds – it feels like infinity."
Arriving about three hours later at my dad's house. We immediately prepare the Black Bean Tacos we brought with us for dinner. Then, saying hello to the neighbors. Toby, their little dog, is the center of attention as he growls and barks at the squeaky toys.
Back over at Dad's place. Enjoying some of Ana's homemade Chocolate Chip Banana Bread and sipping on a hot ACV drink. The Catholic Christmas mass is showing on the TV. Dad is snoring away in the recliner. Patty is flipping through her Facebook news feed. I tinker away at the digital piano I brought. Ana's in the guest bedroom putting the finishing touches on Christmas cards and gifts.
While Ana is stretching and doing yoga stretches in the guest bedroom I point out to her on the computer screen from the blog that she was doing the exact same thing last year on this day.
Sleep at 3 a.m.
[i] Images by me.
Posted by James Robert Smith at 7:18 PM