You know what I’m giving up for the new year?
Forget that giving stuff up nonsense. I’m going for more. More of what fills me up.
More more more.
More time on the couch under a blanket, TV OFF, with a great book.
More time with really good friends. It’s a class reunion year!
More taking the very short drive to see this coastline.
More tennis, as both player and spectator.
More playing hide ‘n seek with the pup. I’m not sure who loves this game more, JoJo or me.
More L’Osteria for the best pizza on the west coast.
More poetry. More writing by hand. More shutting out the noise.
More days at the beach, sun or no.
And definitely more of this.
What do you want more of this year?
“More time on the couch under a blanket, TV OFF, with a great book.” I couldn’t say it better! This is exactly what I both want and need this year.
Happy New Year, Teri.
I’m pretty sure the blanket is the magic.
Teri, we are in sync! I left a comment somewhere yesterday (where??? I can’t remember because I was all over the place trying to get caught up after a few weeks off) and that comment was
I’m still crap at it, but The Boy tells me I’m getting better! (even if he can still “thrash” me, as he puts it)
This whole post is great. More. More. More.
The thing with the tennis is you get the exercise part and the fun part, all at the same time. Which beats the hell out of a treadmill.
Definitely have a “more” list, but it requires me to do less of other things (TV, Internet for example). However, I like to think on the More list side – I think it is more positive sounding and I’ll be more likely to hit the goal!
So, more quality time spent with my family and friends. And more time reading and writing.
Agreed. The minute I say I’m giving something up, I’m doomed.
The blanket pic has me grinning so hard. I love your foot-warmer!
More exploration for me. More getting lost on the back roads, more pictures, more time with my son. I think I’ll start today.
Ahhh, my foot warmer. The lovely Lucy Lou, gone a year and half now —- we miss her.
Jesus, I’m such an asshole. I thought that was JoJo under there. Her body sort of blended in with the couch. . . .
NO! Not at all. I loved my Lucy and I was happy to post her in this photo. 🙂
I love that there’s, what looks like, a glass of milk right next to a glass of red wine.
There is!! Ha!!!
For starters, I want more time so I can research old disco videos (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RlJGrIyt-X8 They sure did things differently back in the ’70s.)
And maybe more time to write!
I love this video and song more than I should admit…. There’s a show on the local San Francisco TV station called “Dance Party” where grown ups of all ages, sizes and races dress in their wildest outfits and dance to 70’s music. It’s awesome!
Yes, I’m having a hard time getting that song out of my head.
Love your mores. The blanket, the tennis, the coastline. Ahhhhhh.
More for me? Deep engagement. Whatever that means. Wisdom over Whimsy, maybe? It’s still percolating, my more list.
I’m not so good at giving things up, so I’m trying to work with, well, what works!
I could probably use a little more whimsy ….
More of all of you guys. More writing….or more learning to write. More courage.
Yes, Pamela, yes. Though more of us may corrupt you….
(for ironic purposes that is all i will say. and that i love that photo of you reading on your couch so much that i may print it and put it in a 4×6 frame on my desk.)
That is some fine fine irony, Josephine, especially since I was just at your blog. Your blog where there are so many words! Yay!!!
The picture of you on the couch is so great. The best part for me is the look on Lucy’s face that either says, “We’ve been here for days. Someone send help.” or “Damn it, woman, read it outloud!”
More, more, more, yes please. And for the record when I ever make it out to your neck of the woods, screw the bookstores. We’re going to THAT pizza place. Oh, my. My mouth waters just looking at it. Talk about Food Porn…
We HAD been at that cabin for days, and Lucy was very excited to be allowed on that couch. (no couch for her at home!)
Oh! And I keep forgetting to tell you that the littlest man in my life, he begged for Santa to bring him, “One of those bats that you use to hit the fuzzy yellow balls, you know? And there’s a net? And, and…”
Santa brought the kids some cheap tennis rackets and signed the two young men up for tennis lessons in the spring. I have no idea where the young lad came up with tennis as his dream sport, but is there anything more amusing than a four-year old taking lessons at the park district? Hopefully he doesn’t get his athletic prowess from his mother…
Next thing you know, you’ll be out there this summer banging balls around with those boys! Way more fun that the treadmill …..
That couch, blanket, dog configuration was me last night. Yay! (Although Dog jumped up a little too close to Cat, who hissed at him. But both were too comfortable to move and thus spent a good twenty minutes *touching*. Scandalous.)
I’m impressed when anyone gets the dog and cat to live in the same house together. You must have special powers, Indy.
In general, they very carefully ignore each other. It’s pretty cute. They are about the same size (large cat, small dog), and the dog is smart enough that if you say the cat’s name he looks around nervously. I don’t ever do that as a party trick. Really, I don’t.
I believe we’ll need video evidence.
Je suis avec toi Madame.
More of all that sounds good to me too! Wish I lived close enough for a gorgeous beach drive/view like that, though. Then again, I am only an hour from A beach though it’s not nearly as stunning. Actually have never thought of just taking the drive for no reason other than to see it — not a vacation, visit to a relative’s. Thanks for the idea!