Back in 2004 I lost all enthusiasm for the holidays. My father’s death was the main reason because he died right before Christmas 😥 The year before that, my grandmother died, also right before Christmas. So for a few years the month of December symbolized family tragedies for the Hajians. Even the family dog, Gracie, died in December. All of us, my mother and my brother included, were somewhat Grinch-like in our holiday attitude. We just prayed that the damn month would pass with nothing terrible happening. But last Christmas I began to feel interest in the season once again. And this year I’m getting into it even more. I feel like a kid again.
But the downside of this renewed excitement means I’m in a hapless state of disarray, With so many things to do my lack of time-budgeting skills is turning me into a scatterbrain. A joyful scatterbrain, but a scatterbrain nonetheless. There aren’t enough hours in the day! Cards, gifts, recipes, emails, errands, charity drop-offs, not to mention bothering liquor store employees about their meager selection of organic wines. I think they hate me 😆
In the midst of all this, I can barely find time to do yoga or any kind of exercise, although scurrying around the streets of New York and running down steps to catch a subway train constitute some degree of aerobic exercise. That’s why we New Yorkers are so skinny, didn’t you know that? There’s even a bit of art modeling work thrown into this mix. Last night I got home late from a painting group taught by the famous Aaron Shikler. And Saturday I’m posing for one of my all time favorite art classes – painting with Nicki Orbach at the National Academy. To my friend Damian, see you there sweetie!
Tonight I’m meeting another friend for a holiday drink which will be a lovely time for sure. And tomorrow I have to track down a specific gift for my cousin that I’m having trouble locating. Must find this gift, MUST find it! He will love it.
The city is strewn with lights, twinkling and shimmering over the avenues. Mobs of shoppers clog the sidewalks with massive shopping bags, people are ice skating at Rockefeller Center, and children beg to visit Santa at Macy’s. It’s Christmas in New York, and in spite of the painful holiday associations of the past, I’ve learned to love it again.
On that note, here’s my back and my butt 🙂