Today we launch a bright shiny new decade. Happy New Year everybody! I continue my tradition of cleaning the daylights out of the house on the first day of the year so as not to drag last year’s grime into such a pristine place. The sheets are swooshing around in the washing machine at this very moment. When I finish here I’ll wash the floors. I’m giving 2010 every chance.
Last night I stayed up to watch fireworks spangle the Space Needle. Quite an accomplishment for this early-to-bed-early-to-rise girl. I vaguely remember a time I could welcome the dawn after a night of partying. Gone are the days, I’m afraid. It takes something momentous to keep me up past nine. Some would call it encroaching old age – I call it an increased appreciation of the value of eight hours sleep.
Taking a break from the novel this week. I’m putting together a chapbook of haiku called “French Press – Coffee Shop Haiku”. Poems inspired by years of starting my work day at Starbucks. Strong black tea as the sun clears the mountain. I do miss that sense of community now that I’m retired – seeing the same sleepy Microsofties and Geekatopians every morning lining up for their jump start. I wish them a double grande low fat soy half-caff new year.