There are some things that get you thinking. Like when Z and I went over to visit our friends Phil and Amanda the other night, to see their new place and mostly because we’ve magnetized toward each other as people do who love similar things and for whom life is a similar battle but a similar landscape of meaning nonetheless. They made the sweetest little home down the street from us and brought us in to this warm, this intelligent, this thoughtful evening with them. And I thought about how I felt like I was finally in Paris with my Hemingway crew that I’ve always dreamed of. Because they’re interested in things, like art and writing and poems served with martinis and cheese and jazz. And it just made me think about how do I want to live and who do I want to be and I hope I’m doing this all right and other things like that. Big questions, but small. The day to day of making sure you actually live the life you get while you’ve got it.
And today it’s Christmas, and Christmas is always a little bit sad. Z and I were just talking about this, how we always get a little bit sad around the holidays. And I suppose it’s because, well, when we were young, it was such pure unabashed joy and it was before all of the worries and when everything was all right all of the time. Jumping off the roof giggling into the deep fluffy snow and hot chocolate and the warm kitchen and records playing and mom and dad and mittens and knowing that everything was ok. And I guess there’s just something a little bit sad about that. And yet, still, everything’s ok.
Now, every day on my way to work, I pass the muddy green hills of the cemetery, expansive and rolling, and lately the graves are bedecked with Christmas trees and poinsettias and sometimes I see people just sitting out there on the hillside together. And I think of Christmas and love and how we last somehow, anyway, even when we don’t, I guess. And it feels important to live with a certain beauty and delicate concern for the things that you love and the things that are special to you. And to make moments here and there with your friends, pretending you’re in Paris.