Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Rolling Deep

I have this fantasy that someday I will have a holiday season where I actually decorate my house and get my shopping done early and remember to make an advent calendar and I spend the two weeks before Christmas making cookies for all of my neighbors as Nat King Cole plays in the background. I have very vague memories of the season being that way when I was kid.

Alas, it never quite goes that way. But I did get to spend Monday afternoon decorating cookies for the other floors at work

and yesterday we had our Sport Division Holiday Party. Between that and running around looking at trees and lights and windows in New York, it might not LOOK like Christmas in my house but I have a good holiday buzz going.

I also have a couple of great Dear Me letters for you! The first one is from of a friend of a friend who had me in stitches one night over dinner in Denver. Note to any of you wanting to submit a letter-playful letters are most welcome. I love this particular one because if there any bit of advice lots of adults seem to want to impart to their younger selves, it's to kiss more people.

The other one come from yet another friend of a friend and is the kind of gentle but honest letter probably all of our teen selves could have used. "This is who you are kid, you'll still be that way in 10 years but hey! Who you are is good!"

I'm working my way through a bunch of "Best of" music lists from 2010 and I just keep remembering great albums and tracks I had forgotten-a testament I think to the sheer volume of good things that blew through my ears this year. I don't know how I missed this one but holy moly is it good. Adele has such a diva voice and these lyrics, while maybe a little bit angry, are also pretty dead on.

We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside your hand
And you played it to the beat


Katie said...

The STRANGEST thing happened to me last night, go to my blog to read about it!

Kristina said...

Ok, thanks, I feel like way less of a failure because nothing in my house looks vaguely Christmasy. I think Harvard Square looks pretty right now. That doesn't make me too much of a humbug, right?