Oh, it is so COLD outside! I just got back from a great bellydance class at which I wore my awesome red bellydance skirt, which could be charitably described as so awesomely bad-ass that it has won national and international awards in both the awesomeosity and bad-assery categories, and which also involved some delicious Dilettante chocolate hearts. I also went to a very cool sushi-making party that featured…get ready, now…that featured Twinkie sushi as well as the regular kind with rice and vegetables and seaweed. Twinkie sushi! If you think I’m not going to make Twinkie sushi every weekend for the rest of my natural life, you are sorely mistaken. Big plans, I have big plans for this.
It’s funny, I had sort of expected that today might be a little rough, that I might feel sad and alone and far away. I thought maybe I’d be thinking of past Valentine’s Days and maybe alternately sighing and poking my eyes out. I’m pleased (and a little surprised, knowing what a totally self-indulgent drama queen I am sometimes) to report that I’ve had a fine day and felt really lucky to have so many people I love in my life, many of whom also love me. I sent Valentines last week and remembered to congratulate my dear friend Anna today on six years of marriage. I found out that some other friends are getting married, some are having babies, and all are generally fabulous. I bought a seriously gorgeous dress over the weekend that makes me, in all modesty, look seriously gorgeous. I’m planning my thirtieth birthday party and have big plans for a catastrophic visit to Archie McPhee in preparation.
In a minute, as soon as I post this, I have to get my lunch ready for tomorrow and take a shower and then make the heart-wrenching decision to either watch an episode of my Netflixed Jeeves and Wooster or to polish off another chapter or so of my very interesting library book about the influence of the Spanish conquest on every single thing everyone on the planet currently eats. There are flannel sheets in the vicinity. I am pleasantly bendy at the moment from a little yoga warmup and my hair looks, if not completely presentable, at least sort of interesting, if you consider the prospect of every single follicle on my scalp trying to make its desperate escape in the dead of night by bodily launching itself in a strenuously vertical fashion therefrom, “interesting.”
All this is to say that all the love in the world, all the different kinds of love for various people and places and things and experiences and memories and hopes, all of it feels very available to me right at this moment as I’m writing this, still in my bellydance clothes at 9:30 on a cold night in February. It’s hard to ask for much more, isn’t it?