future nostalgia

I have been hesitant to post because there has been too much going on to capture in words.  Not events, the events I can list — decorating the tree, going to dinner, shopping, drinking, etc. — it’s the thoughts and meanings going on behind those events that leave me at a loss for words.  It’s something like:  I know that I’m going to look back at this time — this short week in Cleveland — with nostalgia, so I’m doing my best to make it a time worth remembering.  Is that neurotic, or obsessive?  Probably.

The thing is, despite (or, perhaps, because of) all this obsessing over the potential of future nostalgia, I can feel these moments slipping away like sand through my fingers.  This is maybe one of the ways that life gets harder with age.

There is lots of snow here, and it continues to fall as I type this.  Driving is a bitch, but it sure makes everything look like Christmas.  I like that.  Christmas should look like Christmas. 

Last night I put the lights on the tree while wearing rubber gloves to avoid getting sticky with sap.  I didn’t find it to be all that strange, but my family seemed to think it was one of the more ridiculous things I have done.

Today I ate a fajita burrito at Chipoltle.  It was delicious, and the company was nice, too.   

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