Saturday, December 30, 2006

A limbo time

"How strange all this time off is," my husband said over a dinner of fried eggs and bacon. "It's like a vacation."

No, a vacation means fun and relaxation. This has not been a vacation. Oh, I've relaxed. I've relaxed my brains out. I've taken 14 billion hot baths with lavender and orange essential oils and soaked my tired old ass in Tired Old Ass Soak. I've slept the sleep of an innocent newborn, with morning, afternoon and evening naps. I've watched movies and gobbled books like bon bons: Caucasia by Danzy Senna, Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince (do I have to say who it's by?) and Eat Pray Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. All of which I recommend.

Still, all this time snowed in the house (with periodic shoveling breaks) isn't a vacation. This is some weird limbo. Weekdays are no different than weekends. I sleep at all hours of the day and night. I feel heavier and lighter at the same time. I feel more like someone who's in recovery from something, an illness, a broken heart (sugar addiction?) than someone on a vacation. Like being on a retreat instead of at a resort. Not fun, but not un-fun either.

But maybe I feel in limbo because this is a limbo time. During the holidays normal life ceases, but the parties, shopping and feasting are only temporary. And now we're betwixt and between the passing of one year and the beginning of another.

Or maybe this is just what it feels like to do the limbo in snow boots....

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Love your new snow boots!