1:00 AM December 2nd, 2010.
The silly season has well and truly begun...
After a rather well-planned week, concluding on Sunday I have since had no plans whatsoever and have bobbed along through Monday and Tuesday, inevitably to be sucked down with the undertow current of nine-to-five life. The frightening thing is that when you sail along with the current with no specific direction it is very easy to lose your overall course and drift and drift and drift...
Have you ever been day-dreaming and not even realised it, when suddenly somebody clicks their fingers right in front of your face? It is unexpected and almost rude to be interrupted from, well nothing in particular but deep, hazy thought. Well, I had something like that happen to me today but it came in the form of a completely different rude shock and was the kind of wake-up call I needed to steer me back to true north.
I will now attempt to detangle some of my murky thoughts... it's Summer in the city. Officially. The season of Summer began 25 short hours ago and it has been chilly and raining Burmese cats and chihuahuas ever since. It's the type of weather one feels happy to stay inside a toasty kitchen at home and cook because you're not missing much outside.
So what have I cooked today? Nothing. Zilch. Zip. Niente.
I reheated a salade niçoise with salmon and dolamades from the supermarket and drank two small glasses of Arrogant Frog shiraz before falling asleep watching a movie on my bed. Great start to Summer. Lazy and exhausting. Then I realised I had better get cracking and put some serious thought into Christmas.
It is easy to forget that Christmas is less than four short weeks away. At work I was put on hold on the phone and Christmas carols belted out of the ear piece. It was strange but even stranger still, it was comforting at first, then unnerving as I realised how fast this year has blurred past me. Then, after I came back from the bathroom, I noticed they had filled the foyer and reception area at work with Christmas trees covered in electric blue and silver shiny baubles, bows of fake holly and a complete nativity scene. The elves were certainly put to work early this year!
Now all they are missing is some fake mistletoe that I can kiss my pretend boyfriend under.
I have to have a plan for the rest of the year. I must and it will involve cooking a chocolate cream pie (goodbye Chocolate-FREE November), countless Christmas parties for work and working on my major project... Figuring out what it is that I want to do with my life. I sit here wondering if there is anybody out there who actually reads my blog. I write it for myself of course but I also write it for you, whoever you are.
All I can think about right now is that chocolate cream pie and how lovely it will be to smooth the thick, glossy chocolate cream filling into the sweet crumbly biscuit base...
If you could select any meal that you would like me to make for you, what would it be? Have a think about it friends in the blogosphere and please let me know, I'll make a photographic journal of the whole process. SO sleepy now though, off to bed.
Good night and good morning.