Yesterday, I spent almost the entire day indoors, prepping the house for our holiday dinner. It was clear and cool out as I could determine from my one rapid jaunt out to buy ice. I was glad to be continuing the work on the house. Today, I woke up desperately wanting to go outside, but now sloppy rain is gusting against my window, and things look raw and unwelcoming. If any work gets done today, I think it may have to be around the drawing table in the middle room. Not such a terrible prospect but no where near as fun as the idea of actually getting out and geting some excercise and seeing some new things.
So last night I had my first dinner party ever in this apartment. It only took me three years to do it. I wish I could say that I did anything other than host. thornyc did all of the cooking, making lamb, baked stuffed squash, steamed fractal broccoli, and cranberry ginger chutney. He is a man that not only knows where to order food, but also how to cook it. He also washed many more of the resulting dishes than any cook should ever have to do. badfaggot braved ill health to make it over, and bearbait and his significant one Darrin was able to join us at the last minute. There was actually room in the living room to set up a table and seat five comfortably, and I felt the best part of holiday feelings looking around the table: realizing my great good fortune at knowing remarkable people and having the chance to bring them together.
Afterwards Thor, Matt and I settled in to Watch “Memories”, an anime anthology. I fell asleep during the third and final of the episodes and only dimly remember Matt offering to drive Thor and his cookware home.
Today I have leftovers in the fridge, and some additional thoughts: It was great to finally be able to make use of things that I had purchased on a whim at one point or another: napkin rings, table legs for my drafting table, candle holders, bowls, all the stuff that tempts you in the housewares department at Ikea, things that in one way had been compulsive shopping, those things could finally provide me with the oppurtunities to lead a more enjoyable life. I also notice that as I clear space, I want to clear more, to sort and eliminate a lot of what I have accrued: case in point a stack of plastic bins in my bedroom that have bits and pieces of the action figure collection in them. I feel like I can condense them down to at least one if not move the whole thing into a much smaller package. Initially it was enough to get everything into the bins. Now I can contemnplate really dealing with a lot of this stuff.
I want to get over to the studio today. Hopefully the rain will ease up.