On Living in 2012

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I spent Christmas in Cape Breton with Andrew, his parents, my mother and the sweetest chocolate lab named Meadow. It barely snowed the entire week we were there, and so when we went for walks in the forest with the dog, the moss was still bright green and springy under our feet, but because it was cold it had the most satisfying frozen crunch to it. Days were built around meals and reading books and those walks and the occasional drive to see the ocean or a brackish lake. We returned home to a dumping of snow and, best of all, a new kitty, which Andrew gave me for Christmas. She is tiny and silver with spots and stripes (she’s an Egyptian Mau), and we named her Maya because she has an M-shaped marking on her forehead and it was the only Egyptian name we could agree on. She’s still pretty shy, but she jumps like a ninja.

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Next week we’ll be back at work, and things will get back to normal, but in the meantime there are 2 more days left in 2012, and I wanted to write something about this year.

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What I Read in 2012

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Every year I seem to forget how much I love December, how it’s consistently one of the best months. This December has been especially fun, weekends full of get togethers with friends and family, shopping for the holidays (and myself, let’s be honest), baking cookies, a roadtrip outside the city. Toronto is strangely warm, but the house feels Christmas-y. We won’t be here over the holidays, but there is a little string of lights, a single garland along the fireplace, a few branches clipped from my parents’ yard in a vase for a mini-tree. I also love December because I enjoy looking back at the year that just passed, figuring out the narrative of it. Mostly we bob along, living, forgetting that if you look hard enough you can see progressions or shifts. In some ways 2012 has been a year of revelations, and I want to write about it here, but first I want to record what books I read because that tells its own story too.

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