Dear J,
This is the month I sit at my low water mark. Christmas was an anxious holiday for me even as a kid: I felt like I had to radiate delight and gratitude. In my teens and twenties, December reminded me how little money I had that wasn’t being handed to me by Mom and Dad.
Hey, I ran across a depression-coping technique in one of the filthy cartoons that make P and I laugh: the idea is to list all the things for which you feel gratitude. I never would have thought of gratitude as an antidote to depression! But it works, kinda, a bit. Like all the other stuff helps.
Amazon Fresh delivers a frozen banana cream pie that needs to defrost for at least eight hours; if you have the patience, you get a slice with a silky texture, plenty of banana flavor and whipped cream that is airy, with high peaks.
I’m grateful for reliable delivery service in a time of pandemic.
P, his sister and nephew are all playing a PS4 game together online; we’ve got a headset with a microphone plugged into the controller, so they can all hear each other as they play. It’s a game centered around collaboration. You play as cooks in a kitchen, prepping, cooking, plating and delivering meals. Frantic fun, and hearing P laugh buoys my spirits like nothing else.
I spent a lot of my younger years feeling lonely. This is no self-pity party; I never went hungry, always had nice clothes and shoes, access to books and toys and so on. But the loneliness was real, and I wonder if that’s part of the reason I cling to P so tightly. (Other than, you know, his many wonderful qualities.)
I’m grateful to him. Also to Miss Penny, who apparently gets upset when I leave these days? P says she walks around calling for me, which… is adorable. We bought her a bunch of new toys, and she’s been having fun losing them. She’s decided that she loves the faux fur throw on our couch; she falls asleep staring in the direction of P’s office.
I’ve had some story and character ideas recently. I’ll make myself sit down with the bass next week. The PC will show up soon, and then I’ll be back to reading and writing on a real screen; this month, everything is routing through my phone.
I’m grateful that I can type this note, send an email, get groceries and burritos delivered, all thanks to this mini monolith in my hand.
Hey, I love you, J. I look forward to a future holiday where we make a gingerbread house together.
::hugs::
C/