I'm OK with that. I like the idea of setting aside days and declaring them to be special. Like Thanksgiving. I have a British friend who thinks it's silly to have a big turkey dinner on a Thursday afternoon. But I like the idea of taking time to think about things to be thankful for--like having a family to spend Thanksgiving with (or conversely, being able to have it alone in the peace and quiet of your own home). To raise a glass and say "I'm thankful."
And in the dark days of December it's a good time to think about the time that's been, and the time that will be. Taking time to think about what you've done and what you might do. Arbitrary or artificial, it's still a time to think about your priorities and make resolutions (which rarely get followed but you still feel noble about making them).
So I'm taking a bit of time at the tail-end of the year to review and plan. That's the nice thing about the blog--I can look back.
Last January I was wondering while I still bothered to blog, and decided that this year would be project-oriented--and to try to keep track of my reading. Looking back, I seem to have done pretty well with that.
And we're starting to pay attention to the house. We got it painted this year, and a lot of junk hauled off from in front of the barn and a car port put in instead, and cleaned up the bird pen. I made a display of my handspindles instead of just having them lying around and we made a new art gallery wall. I ditched and old junky cabinet in the Wicca House and built a great workbench.
Of course, I had to maintain my addiction to spinning and knitting--one big shawl, 2 smaller shawlettes, 3 cowls, 2 pairs of socks, a scarf, and a pair of slippers (not handspun). The weaving--not so much. The set of placemats that I put on the loom in March are still unwoven.
Did some odd things--pushing into skills I really don't have but what the heck. My Viking loom from Njal's saga. A dive helmet from floor mats. My pig skull mask from Worbla. Amazing what you can do if you just dive in.
And there's always the garden, and my various fosters (this year--4 squirrels, 13 possums, and 3 foxes)
And yes, I read--by my notes, 22 books. Also 12 National Geographic magazines, 12 Smithsonians, 4 Spin-off magazines and 4 Ply magazines and who knows how many articles on the internet.
So what's to come in 2018? I do have a few goals. I want to rehab the den--it's where we spend most of our indoor time and it's pretty shabby. Things like--when we got the big-screen TV we just stuck it in where the old smaller TV had been which meant that it was in front of our CD's and DVD's but we'd rearrange that some day--I think it's been 4-5 years now. The old pressboard entertainment center is getting sort of sad. So it will get a makeover (Sorry, Bob. He's happy the way it is).
I want to get rid of some stuff -- clutter -- to make room for other stuff. I want to set up a display area in Chez Wicca for stuff I've made. I've had a dream for a few years of setting up a Gryffindor Reading Room--years ago I got some decadent red-and-gold brocade curtains at a yard sale, and I have a 1920's lady's writing desk that's in Chez Wicca because I don't have room for it in the house. I'd love to set up a tiny curtained alcove--that means getting rid of some books (gasp!) and a bookshelf. We'll see.
In general, I want to de-clutter. We've done really well with that this past year but there's much more to go. One does tend to collect detritus throughout one's life.
I've really been toying with the idea of a project book. Some people keep meticulous notes when they make something. Me--I just make stuff and hope I remember what I did (I usually don't). What I really want to do is make it like a story book--with drawings and sketches and odd things tucked into envelopes. But I saw to myself--I'm lousy at drawing and sketching. On the other hand--I also don't know how to sculpt or work with foam but I seem to do OK there. We'll see.
And now there's 45 minutes left in the year. And I have to get up early and go to the museum--new year or not, the critters still want to get fed.