I realized this year that I like December as a weather event or period of time. Yes, it's dark and cold, but it doesn't have the dreary feel of January or February, when we're already craving spring.
At the same time, I find myself increasingly fatigued by the annual onslaught of reviews, the best-of and worst-of lists that, with the rise of the internet, seem even more drenched with nostalgia than ever. Do you remember how great the movie industry used to be in March, 2013? Sadly we've fallen from such heights, etc. etc. It all feels increasingly arbitrary and superficial, at least to me, now that I've reached an age when I no longer have the burning desire to consume new art just because it's new, knowing that there are oceans of existing material that I have yet to explore. Time presses and we have to make choices. There is a lot of television to watch, also. (Half-kidding.) The cats are restless, wanting to take a stroll in the garden. In the spirit of taking a break, and taking a break from myself, I'm going to make this the final post of the year. Like most years, 2013 had its ups and downs; yet, somehow, miraculously, we've made it this far and expect to continue for the indefinite future. What else can we do but take a few seconds and enjoy the luxury of winter bouquet of peonies? Their aroma is perfect -- almost as good as the chocolate-chip banana bread in the toaster oven -- and the watery light of winter carries us away. The year is over; let a new one begin! (As if we have a choice.) I hope everyone enjoys winding down and I'll talk to you in 2014. xoxo MG