January is looking a lot like September, the treadmill after the lounge chair. Two-and-a-half weeks of holiday free-play and then, bam, we hit the ground sprinting with homework and meal planning and appointments. I'm convinced that life consists mostly of interruptions punctuated by surprise chunks of available time that last just long enough for me to freeze with indecision about how I'll spend them, and then -- interruption.
I suppose it can't help but look like a list at this point:
Here are some photographs from New Year's Eve.
Looking ahead to the weekend, tomorrow we'll be attending Lizzie's son Matt's graduation from the Ventura County Police & Sheriff's Reserve Officer Academy. My town is awash in cops. Lots of 'em live and breed around these parts. This, as you might imagine, has its good points and its bad points. And now, as young Matthew moves toward joining them, we shall watch his progress with good wishes and scrutiny. Just keeping an eye on the folks we give guns to.
On Sunday, if all goes as planned, my wife and I will actually be going on a date. With each other. The babysitter's booked, the weather looks good, and I might even be rubbin' on some of that foo-foo water to make me all sexy and stuff. Yep, get me out the nose-hair snippers, baby, we're goin' uptown.
"Living It Up" -- Rickie Lee Jones -- PIRATES
"Consistency requires you to be as ignorant today as you were a year ago."
- Bernard Berenson