The Year Ahead
January 2, 2012 § 61 Comments
I have this tremendous sense that the year ahead stretches out before me a bit like a road in Paris, Texas, Ry Cooder soundtrack and all, and is holding, well, not much really. I am the dustball just loafing across the endless empty tarmac to the haunting guitar twang, buffeted by the windy will of Fate. Of course, that is not to say nothing is going to happen. It will. But quite what? Who the fuck knows?
I look at my diary and I am no opera singer, booked up to the gills for the next five years and knowing that I am to be at La Scala on such and such a night in half a decade’s time. I haven’t got a single thing in my new one year diary, except the date that the children have a dental appointment – which in terms of my Texan road analogy and event, constitutes little more than a one-shack gas station manned by an nonagenarian offering me a can of out of date Dr Pepper – and One Man, Two Guvnors with them for a treat at the end of the month. BF’s 50th birthday dinner in February – not the Oasis Motel with a date night in progress, but definitely the Oasis Motel with comfort food, hospitality, and plenty of Have a Nice Dayyy! A spot at a literary festival a while later. A book to write? If so, a date with my own self-discipline, which can alas prove as elusive as Smidgen and Long Shot and any number of mixed-message-y men.
If I were true to my word, I might fill a few days with trawling the internet for husbands, but I am going to procrastinate on that particular one for a little while longer, just because. A friend of mine swears by Bikram yoga; he has lost, I swear, fifteen years and considerably more pounds doing it. Looks like a completely new person. All handsome and happy. I might take it up. I mean if ever there was an inspiration! Though it sounds like a bit of a slog, and I have never been keen on heat. So perhaps a bit of procrastination on that one is also in order (though I have been procrastinating on it ever since he told me about it, over a year ago now).
Anyway, going home today. Therefore, time to get back to serious work and to generating some kind of fun during the wintery months ahead, even working up a bit of a Bikram sweat and toned body and mind – and husband? (Joke!) – in the process.