I’ve been more unsocial than usual the past couple weeks - I think I’m still in recovery mode from the Christmas-Wedding-New Year’s extreme, though Hannah’s wedding was so perfect, and so beautiful, with Christmas carols before the Mass and enough love to carry anybody through the weekend! But Epiphany, I did manage to pull myself together enough for a friend’s “Twelfth Night” party..which was more refreshing than anything: just eight of us, good cheese, great coffee, amazing coffee-cake, and Shakespeare’s “Twelfth Night” to read through. I read Viola, and felt a peace in the English Major part of my soul. It was lovely. Yarrow acted the part of Audience, clapping loudly and yelling out “yay” at various intervals..especially the end.
Christie, over at Spinning Straw into Gold, will be reading Harry Potter this year, and sharing her reflections. I’m excited to see what she thinks, and a little worried, as most of the people I know from the blogging community are fans, and if Christie joins them, I’ll be all alone.. So I’ve decided to read the books with her this year, and share my reactions as well, I haven’t read any but the last book in years, and who knows, maybe I’ll enjoy it, either way, writing reactions is always fun. So I hope you don’t mind, Christie..I promise not to ruin your first read, and to only post my responses after your’s!
In general, I think, unless I get very passionate about something. The rest of January might be very much a collection of moments and tiny reflections. At home I’m sort of setting the stage for the year, settling in and looking around a bit. I’m finally getting that library membership - the one that costs $30 a year because my town is too small to have it’s own library. The wind is effusive this morning. Not angry or wild at all but all the trees are dancing, especially the big, ugly, leaning pine down the road. I alway say I want to take it down - it makes my whole world look out of order, but I do love watching it wave.