If nothing else…
…it shouldn’t be Christmas on here anymore. Let’s jump to the New Year and a rainy, Georgia February.
Tonight at Sunday dinner we talked about consistency and journals and the way we keep track of ourselves. I feel like I’m most myself and most in control when things are consistent. I like consistency, even if I can only have it in tiny ways. The same restaurants when I visit Eden in Chicago. The same mug every time I eat dinner at Cyd’s.
Last Christmas, Tracy gave me an awesome journal that has all the days of the year in it and five spaces for each day. You can go through and find a day and write on it five times, so five years in a row, you’ll know where you were on that day.
I’m not that great at remembering to use it. I’ve never been much of a journal-er, but I love the concept. Kind of like blogging. However, now that it’s been more than a year, I’m starting to see some patterns. Like, I went to IHOP with Maureen on the same weekend day last year and this year (the day of the Susan G. Komen Walk.) It made me start to wonder if my life is just one big loop of circles over and over again, but too wide to see. And then, when I decided to wonder about something that hurt my head less, I had occasion to wonder what I was doing this time last year.
It turns out that this weekend last year, I was hosting Pat and Joel and Nikki at my house for dinner. I made Theresa’s butternut squash risotto recipe and I also tried my hand at Speedy No-Knead Bread from Pam for what I think was the first time ever.
This year, Pat and Joel are on sabbatical in England. I miss them, and I miss the routine of going to visit them on weekends, but I know they’re having an awesome time.
Pat and Joel at Dinner. One of them seems to like my food more than the other. 
The food in question…
Nikki at dinner. Ah, the pre-vegan days.
The bread.
The really weird part? I went out Friday night and I wore this one particular dress because I felt like I hadn’t worn it in forever. It just seemed like exactly the thing to wear. It’s red and black with…well, you could just go ahead and look at it in this picture from the corresponding Friday night last year…
Sometimes I scare me.
February 8th, 2010 at 01:16
hahaha… That’s too funny. Also… I WANT THAT JOURNAL.
February 8th, 2010 at 01:33
consistency is why i like thursday baking nights. tonight, i was trying to remember the last time i was really happy and couldn’t come up with anything. then i remembered, of course, baking night with kira!
February 8th, 2010 at 18:54
Journaling is too hard! You have to hold a pen and hold the book and then remember how to spell! And it takes forever to write out a single word. It’s amazing how we survived without computers.
I blocked out the “life is circular” idea or else I’d get a migraine thinking about it.
February 9th, 2010 at 11:31
Wow! My hair was short! I miss Corey!
February 9th, 2010 at 12:39
I used to write three words about my day before I went to bed. They were supposed to be creative not just words about the weather. That journal would be perfect for that.