If I ask anything of 2011, it is stability. Everything is in place and I am afraid to breathe too hard and make any sudden moves in case I disrupt the exquisite mansion of cards that is our life… more sturdy then cards… hmmm, palace of dominoes? Anyway, I’m putting on my top hat, tying up my white tie, brushing off my tails, etc. Because 2011 is going to be wonderful.
Life has become busier since I began to work and not at all because of the job itself (the hours I spend at work are the useless ones I’d be frittering online anyway). No, no, dear readers, I am busier now because I have more money and, having more money, I have now begun taking Voice Lessons and Sewing Lessons, two dearly desired and long-awaited dreams of mine. The Sewing is partly me fulfilling my destiny, for it is in me to sew, and partly me working my zerowaste world; par example instead of throwing out that old flannel shirt and buying a new shower cap to protect my lustrous locks, I shall learn to sew and… Sapristi Boom!… I shall turn that flannel shirt INTO a showercap! It is going to be wild! The best part will be when I start gifting all the failures… yes, I am looking at you, my friend…
As for zerowaste life, as of 2011 we produce one wastepaper basket of trash and one shopping bag’s worth of recycling per month. The best help to achieving this was the discovery of Bennett’s Composting company here in Philadelphia (bless them!). I should be thinking about what I want to achieve for next year in this arena and most of it has to do with cooking. With any luck I shall soon be making my own sauerkraut, so stay tuned for that! Everywhere else the name of the game is Spend Less, which is less exciting to write about than food, although I suppose if I were any good at this I could fashion some sort of plaintive, wistful, evocative paean to the Joys of Not Having, but that sounds a little too Proustian for my abilities.
I’m at work, covering the phones, until 6, and I have to admit, it is glorious to have a reliable internet connection. This has been a rambling sort of post, but sometimes that’s alright. I wrote a beautiful one the other day, all about how I met DaveCohen, but then I lost it. The upshot of it is that the next time you see me, you should ask me How I Met DaveCohen. You won’t be sorry, especially if you know DaveCohen… (cue “If you knew Susie, like I knew Susie, oh, oh, oh what a gal!”…)