Tonight is a total eclipse of the moon around midnight. I'm a realist, and know I can't possibly stay up that late, but I'm thinking of going to bed, setting the alarm for two hours later and witnessing it. It will be on the Solstice, which seems full of import.
What I should worry about is the symbolism of the basement flooding yesterday, and the age of our house, and the rain predicted for the rest of this week. Mud, retaining walls, roots entwined in pipelines - these are few of my least favorite things.
But I have an almost unbearable lightness of being - why? - because I've wrapped all the presents! I now know what goes to whom and though I'll forget, I believe I've chosen wisely. Later today, I'll drop them off at my various friends' houses, and my teeny tiny world will be organized once again. Okay, it's never that organized, but there is a comforting illusion of order, despite the fact that we decided not to send a gift to my sister-in-law, and she surprised us by sending a lovely box of fruit, so now, the internet search begins. Every holiday, one person bestows an unexpected gift, and I scramble to reciprocate. Surprise is always waiting to see if I'm on my toes.
For today, I have the luxury of looking through cookbooks for an exotic soup for Christmas eve, and wondering how many popovers I can make, and the time required. Such ruminations are soothing, in an often chaotic season.
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