I was thinking about whipping up a few Christmas babies, just normies. Not sure I will make it on time but…
I only have alternatives listed at the moment, French circus and some scary babies for an arts show I did in October. I think it’s interesting that people have still never seen or heard of a reborn baby. The reaction was cool but mostly people were creeped out. The show was intended to be scary still I think it was the uncanny valley reaction.
I wish I wouldn’t have waiting until the last minute to make Babies, I am kinda getting back into a groove and want to keep working while I am feeling the vibe.
We did our Thanksgiving dinner on Sunday, my Aunt who is the last living relative from that generation really can’t do the long travel and traffic on a busy holiday so we changed the day. Honestly it was kinda awesome, a lot less stressful. We now have Thursday to do what ever we want. I think we are going to the movies and decorating the tree, I think this should become our tradition.
My oldest daughter is dipping her toes in religious waters, I am NOT a religious people but she had a very church going boyfriend for a while and she found some comfort in his online church (it was covid times). She offered a prayer before dinner, I don’t belong to a god club but I support her curiosity. My aunt (who is a catholic appreciated it).
I have been looking for a different house. We have lived in our community for 30 years. Our house is just too small and this isn’t the place I planned to grow old and die. If you are not from California you wouldn’t understand the very strange real estate situation we have here.
My kids will never be able to afford to live in this community, we only do because we moved here early when this city was “up-and-coming” The house was cheap, the schools were not great, there was nothing here but hay fields, an ice rink, a dollar movie place, and an ugly grocery store. Now it’s over 72K people and climbing.
My dream is to find an acre, a cute house not to far away from the coast, a small community, lots of families, A downtown where I could maybe open a small shop.
It’s a tall order and I would have to win the lottery but everyday I get up and hit Redfin and fall in love with a million homes I will never own. I fantasize about moving to another state over and over. Every year my husbands company asks for people willing to relocate; Texas, Maryland, North Carolina, Seattle. We seriously considered it but the thought of leaving the big kids behind is way to hard for me. Everyone said yes to North Carolina but I have terrible allergies and they are like allergy capital of the nation. We were on the list for Spain but he didn’t get it.
Now he is getting older and the offers don’t come like they use to, he will retire in a couple years so it’s not worth the cost to transfer us.
My soul needs and wants to be close to water, wants to grow food, wants a new start, an adventure, but at my age I have to be realistic. Most of my friends are downsizing with kids launched they no longer want to care for a big home, they have moved to a condo with a pool and easy access to downtown areas. They can pay cash and enjoy life, travel a little, not my vibe.
At 60 I thought I would feel old and tired, I would start wearing comfortable shoes, let my hair go grey, and eat dinner at 4:30. No one told me I would still “feel” 35 even though I look like a baseball glove, my goodness menopause came very late but it wasted no time wrinkling my skin. I still drive kids to school, I still be do all the things I have always done, no slowing down for me, it isn’t an option. I also know that at some point my body will get tired, and I won’t be able to do what I am doing now so maybe I should just stay put, the senior center is walkable as is Target and the Dentist office.
I want to grow a field of lavender, build a big wood burning bread oven and sell it in town with honey and jam from my home. Have a barn studio, have fun workshops where people can play with glass, metal, and clay.
For now my little dog-house pizza oven (yes I made a new pizza oven out of an igloo dog house) will have to do, my little garden will have to be enough, and unless I win the lottery I may have to stay here. My grandmother lived in the same house from childhood until the day she died. She loved that house, she never wanted more, she was always content with what was in front of her. I wish I was a little more like that.
Today I am going to eat the last of the mashed potatoes, I roll it in balls, stuff it with cheese, green onion, turkey bacon, or what ever we have, kimchi is actually pretty yummy. I press it down to look like a fat pancake, dredge it in egg and bread crumbs and fry it in olive oil. It’s a post thanksgiving tradition, we eat them while we decorate the tree and drink hot cocoa.
Maybe I will have some time to put a couple layers on a couple babies.
Can you believe this year is almost over, is it me or are we in warp speed time?
I hope you all have a happy winter.
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They get a big kick out of scaring me pretty much on a daily basis…Chuck included…I’m getting too old for their shenanigans tho… 