… because “ringing” just wouldn’t cover it, and I’m not entirely sure what it’s supposed to mean, anyway. I have never, intentionally, “rung” a year, much less a new one. I find that, once they age a bit, their tone improves, so why ring them when they’re all new and shiny? Let them tarnish a bit, collect some wisdom and experience, and then RING THE SHIT OUTTA THEM!!! Evidently, I will clang a new year, which conjures up strange images in my head, and ever stranger sounds. Who knows what that’s all about.<\/p>\n
This is a newsy sorta update, and I may be prone to ramble, as I do when I haven’t updated for some time. If you’re looking for something interesting to read, move on. If you find ME interesting, then feel free to stick around, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.<\/p>\n
Christmas, for me, is about tradition. Every year builds on the memories of previous years to help make each year a little more special. The cool thing about traditions for me is that the longer you do them, the cooler they get. I don’t ascribe to religious or spiritual traditions, just the ones that I have chosen to personally adopt into my life, and my favorite of these is probably spending Christmas in Port Townsend. I spent a few with my dad, from time to time, but without siblings around, and lights downtown, and being able to sit on a street-corner and watch random people walking by in holiday bliss, it was never quite the same.<\/p>\n
I went to Port Townsend this year for Christmas, to spend time with my mom, my step-dad, and my sister. Coyote had been living in New Hampshire, and just moved back, so this was the first time in awhile we’ve been able to share a Christmas. Holidays in PT are always relaxing, and I get a lot of reading done, sans<\/em> distractions, which is very nice. I was up there for about five days, blissed out on good food and pleasant company, lots of walks, and red cheeks from the brisk wind blowing off the Sound.<\/p>\n After Christmas, I recuperated a few days in Olympia, then drove down with Theo and Rachel on the last day of the year to celebrate with Jason and Amy in Portland. I have mixed feelings about New Year celebrations. It seems to me like nothing aside from a blatant excuse for EVERYONE to get drunk. I understand the idea of making new beginnings, though I try to be aware, and make beginnings, whenever they need to be made, rather than waiting for a number on the calendar to change. Which isn’t to say that the holiday itself wasn’t charged with revolution.<\/p>\n The first day of the year, I broke a sweet girl’s heart. On the one hand, it’s a horrible way to start a year. On the other, I did it because I felt it was the right decision, and the resolve and courage it took to follow through are not a bad way to make a new beginning. The idea, now, is to maintain this “single” existence, partially because I really do want to work devotedly on making a better me, and also to avoid hurting any more wonderful people. Eight months. It seems so short and so long, and it’s all still a mystery and a dream, an idea that may or may not come to pass, though I declare that something will happen in that time, even if it be not what is planned.<\/p>\n Anyway, I toast you readers, in this New Year.<\/p>\n May it, indeed, rock your faces off.<\/p>\n CLANG!<\/b><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" … because “ringing” just wouldn’t cover it, and I’m not entirely sure what it’s supposed to mean, anyway. I have never, intentionally, “rung” a year, much less a new one. I find that, once they age a bit, their tone improves, so why ring them when they’re all new and shiny? Let them tarnish a […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[12,17],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/old\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/293"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/old\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/old\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/old\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/old\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=293"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/old\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/293\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/old\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=293"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/old\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=293"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/old\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=293"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}