“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

12.09.2012

advent evening 9: no pictures, just the night

there is barely any room, just a bit of unfilled triangle space between my left thigh and a pillow, but the cat squooshles into it and lays her sweet face against my left hand and falls asleep.  i sit crosslegged on the couch, typing now with one hand, my toes growing cold, but how can i move?  this small moment is the stuff la dolce vita is made of and this cat's company is a gift.  i wiggle my toes, manage to move my right foot a bit - the cat wiggles a disturbed ear and stays sleeping.  i risk moving my right leg to the small stool i use for a coffee table; another ear wiggle.  my left hand begins to go numb and i finally, gently, slowly, move it from under her head, and she resettles herself against my side, still sleeping, waking when i move my left leg, but settling again.  her contentment is humbling.  all she needs at this moment is me.

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it rained today.  we were shopping for white lights and stopped for a bite, watching the gray skies grow darker, heading home under slow fat raindrops plo p p ppp ping against the windshield, when suddenly it was rain with a capital R, and wind, and i was soaked to the skin in the 20 feet or 10 seconds it took me to reach the front door, screaming and laughing all the way, flipflops slipping and sliding and squishing.  hence that 10 seconds.  they say by tuesday we will be in-the-20s-cold.

this december has been christmas calm; the gifts i need to buy are fewer and living the days grows more important.  this silent night on the couch, the christmas lights on the house across the street, at last on and coloring the night, this cat next to me, a close friend to laugh with, girl movies on weekend daytime tv - all seem gifts.  last night we sat on the back porch again, temperature in the 70s, and watched the stars and talked about men and families and politics and wiggled still bare toes in the night air, and that, too, seemed a gift.  she mentioned it would be the last night in a while that we would sit there and when i said no, we could go out when it was 20 some odd degrees, all bundled up against the cold, she laughed at me because she knows me.  and that  is a gift.

i have no picture tonight.  i just have tonight.  it is enough.

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10 comments:

  1. Yes, wonderful gifts, all. My husband and son, they do hang out outside even when it's that cold.... I choose the warmth of the fire.
    Your December sounds wonderful. No photos necessary, your words are always enough.

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  2. what you perhaps don't know...is .... you are a gift to me.
    in fondest. tilda

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  3. your words are picture enough for me.

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  4. Your words paint the most beautiful picture.

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  5. Keep coming back to "the gifts i need to buy are fewer and living the days grows more important." Love. Just love this. I feel it, too. xo

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  6. i want to print this out and lay it under my pillow.

    xoxo

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  7. My eyes grew wide when I saw the word *flipflops* .... I had to give those up months ago!!!!

    Hmmm... colouring the night. How I love that.

    I missed you
    I missed you
    I missed you

    xp

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  8. Lovely night it seems it to be. Cat sleeping nearby is the best. Often I cannot type much as my cat likes to sit here at the computer with me, with his chin and an arm rest on my arm.

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  9. I too know the joy and contentment of small things like this. Especially the warmth and love of a soft kitty nestled as closely as possible. Sometimes it can be hard to recognize and capture those moments, though, so I'm very glad that you have managed to do so this Christmas season. It's the best. =)

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  10. Your words ARE pictures. LOVELY.

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