January has been pretty quiet.
The second week saw both the anniversary of our civil partnership in 2011 and our first proper date back in 2007, so we decided that was worth celebrating and went out for a nice dinner at a little French bistro near where we live.
We went to one gig. It was supposed to be folk legends John Kirkpatrick and Martin Carthy, but Martin had flu and had to pull out. John Kilpatrick managed to get a set together at the last-minute and it was a really fun gig, with all the joy of watching a tuly consummate performer. Plus he sang one of my favourite songs by Fairport Convention, ‘Crazy Man Michael’.
I finished and wrote a post about Record of a Spaceborn Few by Becky Chambers.
I also read Star Nomad the first in a series by Linda Buroker which was fun (CN for rape threat though).
We went to see The Favourite and seem to be in disagreement with pretty much the rest of the universe because we didn’t like it! I won’t get into the reasons here because it would take an entire post.
We watched Lucy Worsley’s series History of the Home which was fascinating. I love social history.
I never really know what to do with the calendar New Year. We both find Christmas difficult and, by the time 1st January rolls around, we’re thoroughly sick of the festivities. Certainly not in any mood for partying. But it’s one of the ways that society makes sense of time passing and it’s difficult to ignore, so we feel that we should acknowledge it in some way.
We’ve decided to redefine New Year’s Day as “banish Xmas and take care of ourselves day”. My mother, devout Catholic that she is, always made us celebrate the full twelve days of Christmas. I enjoyed the holiday when I was growing up, but that last week, with the half-naked tree, drooping decorations and endless heavy family dinners, just made me feel like I hated everything.
This year we spent the morning cleaning our flat and getting rid of Christmas-related stuff. We changed the sheets and made everything smell nice. We had an aromatic lentil soup for lunch (which is traditional for New Year apparently) and went for a walk. The sun even came out and I saw a green woodpecker. For dinner, we had Bigos, the Polish sauerkraut and sausage strew that we love, but which takes ages to cook.
I’m quite looking forward to January. I intend to enjoy it for what it is, a time of relative quiet before the year really gets going at work. I’m planning to eat lots of wholesome, hearty meals, drink brandy toddies, and go to bed early with a hot water bottle and a book.