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Dilettante's Diary: the internal dialogue of a hedonist bluestocking.

I am a dilettante. I know quite a bit about a lot of things, but I don't know enough to be an expert on anything. I have a very sensual, hedonistic nature, but I am also a thinker, and I aim one day to be worthy of the label 'bluestocking', despite its pejorative connotations.

This is my journal, which, delightfully enough, doesn't have to go wherever I go, but is accessible from nearly everywhere I am.

Tuesday, December 14, 2004

Season's Greetings

Christmas is rapidly approaching, and with it, the memories of those no longer here to share it with me... I can understand the depression a lot of people experience at this time of year... As an adult, it is hard to recapture that wonder and joy, that sense of expectation that, once one knows Santa is not real, can rarel be recaptured. It can be a powerful disappointment. Combine that with the wonderful memories of grandparents and other loved ones who are no longer present or living, and the alcohol that flows so freely this time of year, and depression seems inevitable. So far I am escaping it. I think.

I'm looking forward to seeing Granddad next week, but I'm not sure about the rest. I am hoping for a goood visit, but I don't count on it.

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