Monday, January 2, 2012
Our dessicated Christmas tree has been toted out to the recycling bin, and all the stray needles have been vacuumed away. My failed mantel adornment has also been discarded. Trees are lolling on their sides on many of the sidewalks of Notting Hill. It's time for us all to get back to our routines.
Dave has one more day off work -- today is a holiday, maybe because New Year's Day fell on a Sunday -- and we plan to go into town and do some shopping. Dave needs some new shoes and a suit, so we thought we'd go down to Covent Garden and Regent Street and poke around. Then, tomorrow, he's teaching and I am faced with a big, empty, silent apartment, and the big question of what to do next.
I'm thinking about taking a photography course or workshop. I overuse the automatic setting on my digital camera -- I really need to learn more about adjusting exposures and shutter speeds manually. And there's a Buddhist center near our apartment that I am determined to check out. They key to my sanity is to get out of the house, and stay out.
How am I doing emotionally? Well, I'm still struggling with doubts about what we did and feelings of loss. I cried hard three times yesterday. But I also went vintage clothes shopping (in the pouring rain!) and got a cool shirt, and I'm doing my best to look ahead rather than behind.
(Photo: This looks like a post-Christmas photo, but it was actually taken in Battersea on Dec. 3. Must be a remnant of someone's holiday party!)