There is something totally intoxicating about the simple things in life and love. Tonight I have been thinking about those things and I just can't quite get past how important they are. Just the littlest things that make things right and good. Naps on Sunday afternoons, looks from across the room (that you know exactly what they mean, without words to explain them), dancing in the middle of the afternoon, music so good it makes you close your eyes, candy canes on a Christmas tree (our Christmas tree), loitering in a bookstore for two and a half hours. The list could go on and on, because those small whispers are everywhere if you take time to notice them and recognize their significance.
Today was/is Sunday and the largest portion of it was spent being lazy after a late night of music and other things. I woke up to Josh saying something silly, and making me smile. Making me smile right after I wake up is one of those whispers. We made lunch together and ate watching parts of Jackass: The Movie and Beavis and Butthead. One of my favorite things is that laughing is a large part of my relationship with Josh. We laugh about everything: being happy, being silly, being bad. I doubt I've laughed this much in my entire twenty-one year old life. It is nice.
Eventually the Sunday afternoon led to a nap had on a Josh's incredibly comfortable couch. We let the outside enjoy its bitter cold and we snuggled up together to the better body heat we create. Our tree sparkled and winked in approval.
A few nights ago due to a downward spiral of lack of money because of the holiday season we decided to forgo a show in town and just go over to some friend's house and enjoy the evening. The seating arrangement had me on the loveseat with a honey dog and Josh was across the room sitting in a recliner. Throughout the evening there were a series of looks passed between the two of us, and with each one something silent was said and heard.
I must admit, I have fell back into my habit of musical obsession. At the moment it is The Postal Service. On Thursday I holed up in the house and worked on a presentation due for art history, during this time I set my Launch.com player to the Indie rock station. As contemporary West African art became tedious I would get up and dance around the living room and dining room. Delilah accompanied me for a portion of the expression, but the majority of the time she sat on the couch and watched me dance, dance. My favorite song to dance to was The District Sleeps Alone Tonight, by The Postal Service. It is the perfect mix of ambience and electric, and it makes me close my eyes. Imogen Heap does that as well, at the moment.
As I have mentioned before, and will probably mention countless more times (because its that important) we have a beautiful Christmas tree up at Josh's. After a recent trip to Dollar General it is now graced with approximately twelve candy canes. These cinnamon crooked candies make me happy. I love being able to reach over and snatch one off the tree and enjoy it throughout the night.
Yesterday we spent part of the day Christmas shopping for Josh's nieces and nephews. We went to Hastings and proceeded to spend two and a half hours there, more or less. I drank three cups of coffee and got wired. We loitered, occasionally sitting in the aisles with random books and magazine, reading, looking, and criticizing the horrible selection of Christmas music they were playing. In the end we spend approximately a combined amount of $17.00 and left with a list of books to look up on Amazon to see if they were cheaper.
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