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December 19, 2005
An Antidote to Monday Morning Melancholia
My least favorite time of the week is usually the time between Sunday night and Monday afternoon. I suffer not only from Sunday night blues but also, Monday morning melocholia. Perhaps everyone is like this, but I really feel it hard. Not so much today for some reason. Perhaps because Christmas is coming!
Actually, I'm looking forward to Christmas and to California, to all the time we will spend stuck in traffic getting annoyed at each other and fighting over the radio dial. This time will be a bit different though. For the first time, The Annual Goldberg 8-hour Holiday Car Ride will have a non-Goldberg in its midst. I hope Rafe will have just as much fun as we do!
This weekend was very busy. Kristin rolled into town and we had a good time, spent a lot of time talking, about life and relationships and the future. I love having overnight visitors, especially in the form of Kristin. The time spent together is so much more relaxed and real. And I love sharing our home, serving snacks, offering drinks, making up the guest bed. There is a little Martha Stewart in me and I just can't supress her. Anyhow, Kristin is getting married in the summer and will move in her with husband on his farm in York, Pennsyvania, which is near Amish country.
They're going to partake in some very German traditions at their wedding and I'm looking forward to it all, such as the one where every guest brings a dish or piece of pottery, enters the barn (good thing they have one), gets drunk, and then breaks the dish. The couple then cleans up the mess as a symbol of their first chore done as a married couple. This tradition also is done so as to ward off evil spirits. Hearing her describe the farm life is absolutely fascinating as it's so foreign to me. We're going to go visit during lambing season, as when the baby lambs (I guess all lambs are babies? I don't even know) are born. Baby lambs people. My Little Bo Peep fantisies are just waiting to come true. Or was that Mary, Mary and her little lambs?
Laura's party on Saturday night was a fun time. We brought a birthday pudding pie, which I thought was a fairly novel alternative to the ol' frosted standard. And Alma, with its rooftop view of the Manhattan skyline, was more delicious and impressive than I remember. After, we headed to Sugarlounge, a great little bar on Columbia Street that I reviewed for New York Magazine once. The bartender remembered me and treated us all to some unnecessary shots at the end of the night.
Last night, after Kristin left, Rafe and I went to Cousin Phil's new apartment in Fort Greene. He and his fiance Sara are also getting married in the summer. We went to another Mexican restaurant, Pequena, which is also delicious in case you didn't know. At one time, I thought finding reasonably priced yet delicious/somewhat authentic Mexican food was an impossibility in New York. Thank god that is not the case. We went back to their apartment after dinner and had some wine and chocolate chips which is actually not a bad combination. Later, when I was talking on the phone to my dad, I mentioned that we had hung out with Cousin Phil and he told me how happy he was to know that I had such a good network in New York of family and friends. And I thought about how true that was, and I felt very grateful. How when I first arrived in this city, how alone I felt and how I never imagined I would have good friends, a good relationship, my brother, and my Cousin Phil all within in a few mile radius from me. I am grateful to report life is good and surprising like that.
Posted by debbie at December 19, 2005 11:08 AM