0102:2010

Paperwhites, started 31 December ’09

‘Twas a quiet Hogmanay here, very intentionally and comfortably so.  Some long neglected home issues were finally taken care of as the year closed out, and that was very good, setting the stage for progress.  As midnight approached, I savored the final dram of last year’s bottle of insanely expensive good whisky, and then toasted 2010 with this year’s even more gloriously extravagant gift from Paul. Ahhhhhh…slainte mhor to you all for 2010!

The first e-mail of the year brought news of my long-awaited beater, with photos of its newly improved bedplate, which now has nine deeper grooves instead of six shallow ones.  It didn’t mention a completion date, but left me feeling good, knowing that when I am able to fetch the bronze beauty home, it will have been most minutely, conscientiously, generously restored.

Right now, in the earliest days of 2010, there is a significant and slightly cryptic internal sea change going on. I went through my list of applications, and eliminated a number of residencies that had earlier seemed quite appealing. For some reason, my instincts are still telling me to stay closer to home, or at least to leave myself open, and to only apply for a very few select possibilities.  I have no logical reason for this; it is an entirely intuitive action. This choice is, I admit, mystifying the conditioned, habitual portion of my personality, the part that urges me to always push, push, push. It’s pretty strong.  But lately, I am also hearing from somewhere inside, “You don’t need to prove anything.  Wait and see. ” So, we shall (all) see…

Why, if someone gives you a bulb-in-a-box, you should not wait for a ‘better time’ to plant it.  These things have their own agendas.  But there are two more un-prematurely ejaculated projections at the top…