I have been trying to write a new blog post for months. And by trying I mean: I think about it every now and then. Plenty has happened, but I haven’t felt like documenting any of it for some reason. Maybe I’m thinking more in pictures these days than words (That’s a lie. Or maybe it’s true. I don’t know.). Here are some of my attempts:

9/3/14, from Santa Fe, New Mexico, re-reading The Awakening: “But the night sat lightly upon the sea and the land. There was no weight of darkness; there were no shadows. The white light of the moon had fallen upon the world like the mystery and softness of sleep.” – Kate Chopin

11/8/14, from Boulder, Colorado, thinking about the Failure Festival and Bhanu‘s absence/re-imagined presence: Last night Lisa wrote: “You are in the place where they know your name. You are a human rose bush. One day you will ingest the right pieces and grow a tree.”

11/22/14, from Boulder, Colorado: In the dream, the hands of the clock were in the 12 o’clock position, and nothing was prepared. I had yet to pack. The spider trap was full of dead spiders, their legs curled in; I knew I would need to put another out, there was no more room for spiders but plenty left to be trapped. 

That’s it. That’s all I’ve got. Let me think:

I taught four classes this semester. One of the four was fantastic, which somehow, makes it all worth it.

LA and I went to LA for Thanksgiving: she had never been. We had a good time. We saw a lot of people, and: we saw the ocean.

Yoshimi got sick. He may still be sick. It is unclear. He has lost two pounds, but he seems to be rebounding. Isobel, on the other hand, has taken advantage of the situation and has gained weight. She’s like a tank. A little furry tank with legs. Like seriously: do not get in her way.

I feel misunderstood more than I would like. I don’t know what to do about it. It’s the way things have always been, I suppose. I also feel: overwhelmed, grateful, jealous, small, loved, and exasperated to varying degrees, depending on: the time of day, depending on: what I’m wearing, depending on: factors too numerous to enumerate.

Tonight is the solstice. I read somewhere that apparently: tonight is the longest night in the history of the earth, which actually, when you think about it: explains a whole lot. But then I read somewhere else that the report that tonight is the longest night in the history of the earth was false: that the longest night was actually in 1912. I don’t know what to think anymore.

What I do know is that for me, 2014 has been a good year overall. Maybe I’ll write more about it before it’s over, but: that seems unlikely. Hope to see you on the other side.