Days 327-332 of Project 365: Thanksgiving and aftermath.

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Zen won’t let me sleep for more than three hours at a time, so this Project 365 catch-up will be brief. Right after work on Tuesday, I flew to the Bay Area to spend Thanksgiving with FunkyPlaid. Wednesday was heavenly; I caught up on sleep, relaxed, and visited with family. Thanksgiving Day was a bit of a whirlwind with a flight home immediately after dinner, and Friday I went back to work.

I’m not sure what’s going on with Zen. She cries and cries despite having plenty of food in her bowl, a clean litter-box, and plenty of warm places to sleep. All I know is that this round of sleep deprivation has made the separation from FunkyPlaid all the more difficult.

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Day 327 of Project 365: Very real cat. Malvolio, my friend since high school, is an excellent (and silent) companion.

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Day 328 of Project 365: California skies. A glimpse on my leisurely Wednesday walk.

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Day 329 of Project 365: The road from here. FunkyPlaid and I took a lovely morning hike.

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Day 330 of Project 365: Swan at desk. My Second Life avatar has a boss new desk.

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Day 331 of Project 365: Diva. I love her but she drives me crazy.

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Day 332 of Project 365: Cat-induced insomnia. Yep.

Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: silence … for now.

Day 365 of Project 365: Complete

Day 365 of Project 365: Complete
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It has been a bizarre, wonderful, exhausting, and exhilarating year. I took many photos of cats and notebooks and food. I saw my first Fringe, the wedding of dear friends, and the ending of my favourite game. I spent time with friends in real life and in virtual worlds. I did stupid amounts of coursework and not enough anything else.

When I started this project a year ago, I didn’t think taking a photo a day would be so tough. And I don’t think it would be so tough for the person I want to be. That person has the time to be something other than a student, the energy to explore the world around her, and the presence of mind to enjoy it, photographed or not.

So I’m going to go be her now. But before I go, thank you. Thank you for every comment and every email, every pat on the back and every reality check. I needed them all. Here, have a slice of pie. Heck, have two! You’ve earned them.

Day 365 of Project 365: Complete

gratitude: amazing friends who cooked us an excellent Thanksgiving dinner tonight, with roast turkey and everything · all of my family and friends, new and old, here and there, for supporting me throughout this year · not having to take any photos tomorrow!

HIDWtS: Thanksgiving in Scotland.

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This Thanksgiving edition of How I Decide Where to Sit is dedicated to reviewing all the rookie mistakes one can make when riding public transit in a new city for the first time, because it is kind of like what the Pilgrims did when they– no. Even I can’t torture that metaphor. It is dedicated to rookie mistakes because I made them all today and I need to laugh about them with you.

  • I waited thirty minutes for a bus whose arrival time as reported by the phone app was stuck at "21:39" before giving up and walking to a stop of a different bus that seemed to be showing up every ten minutes.
  • I assumed that the stops for the line going inbound were in generally the same place as the stops for the line going outbound.
  • I forgot about the driving on the left side of the road thing, which means I was waiting on the wrong side of the street for the inbound bus.
  • I thought I could easily cross a simple little two-lane road to get to the correct side of the street, but finally gave up and walked all the way around to the subway (underpass) so I could cross without dying.
  • When I finally boarded the right bus, I was so set on sitting up top that I was forced to sit on the very back row, which is almost exactly like the rumble seat.
  • Despite much rumbling, I fell asleep. But woke up just as the bus approached the landmark nearest my stop!
  • I disbelieved my gut telling me to walk THAT WAY home and instead listened to the little blue dot of the GPS which lies.

So really it was like riding public transit for the very first time ever! That is the spin I am going to take because I am in denial, denial that moving to a new country, even if you (sort of) speak the language, means not knowing how to do anything very well for a while and just sucking that up because the alternative is hiding in your very nice flat all the time and pretending to buy postage from the cats just so you get better at counting out the different coins. Not that I have been doing that at all.

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Lothian Buses 991 SN57 DBX, by Ingy the Wingy

Anyway, I had thought about doing some sort of Thanksgiving meal here, but the more I pondered approximating turkey, stuffing, cranberries, and the rest, the more homesick I felt, and then I felt disappointed about feeling so homesick. My stomach sold the rest of me out for the memory of pumpkin pie. Yesterday’s vegan baking experiment of pumpkin mini-muffins did not do the trick, although they were tasty. (I used this recipe, with a ripe banana in the place of the eggs.)

Homesickness aside, I am extremely thankful for this new home, for my family and friends, and for owning a lot of candles because this place is very dark just now. I think I will go roast some chestnuts.

HIDWtS Rating: We just debated taking turkey legs to the chip shop that will fry anything. Do you think they will do pumpkin puree?

[box type=”shadow”]I used to ride a shuttle to work. It was a really nice shuttle and the first time I had ever had that luxury, causing me to overthink pretty much every aspect of it, especially where to sit. And now I overthink where I decide to sit in every open-seating situation, so I’m writing about it in a series called How I Decide Where to Sit.[/box]

Giving thanks for tortitude.

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I will save you the parade of past Thanksgiving entries. If you’re into that sort of thing, all you need is the “Thanksgiving” tag. Yay for folksonomies!

Zen the cat is almost entirely herself again after a terribly close call, and I am overjoyed. She is eating and drinking without incident, and her usual playfulness has returned. Her throat seems a bit scratchy yet, but she is regaining some of her talkative tortitude.

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Now I think I am ready to relax and get into the spirit of the holiday. I am thankful that you are reading this right now, and hope you have a wonderful day, Thanksgiving or otherwise.

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This Thanksgiving, my sole accomplishment has been introducing FunkyPlaid to Bejeweled 2. He is … a little obsessed. The good news is that he is extremely good at visual strategy games, so he has almost exceeded my highest score. The bad news is that I am pretty sure he can just keep going. Forever.

It is traditional in the American blogosphere (and I can’t believe I just typed that) to make a list of things we are thankful for today. I was sifting through my archives in order to link to some old Thanksgiving lists, but not once in eleven years have I written anything during this time of year worth reposting.

That’s just fine. I am sitting on the couch with sunshine on the back of my head, laptop on lapdesk on lap. My fiancé is sitting cross-legged next to me, cursing quietly at his iPhone. The murmur, thud, whistle, roar of football emanates from the TV we aren’t watching. Cats have sought out sunnier or more secluded spots. In a few hours, we will head north to ensconce ourselves with family and friends for the traditional overeating portion of the day.

Today is my list. My life is my list.