What an incredible feeling

Last evening, I was in my family room watching a movie on TV when I heard something at my front door.

My front door doesn’t open. My kitchen door is my main entrance to the house.

I got up and looked out the front door window and saw that a package had been delivered! Yay!

So I went to the kitchen and went outside, walked around to the front porch to get my package, and WOW, gang! It was the first time I’d seen the front of my house, after dark, since all the Christmas stuff had gone up inside.

It looked so pretty through the windows. I could see the Christmas tree, all lit up in the dining room, and my family room looked like somebody actually lived in there! Not just the Christmas stuff, but the TV was on, a cat was curled up on the couch, and there were all my bookshelves filled with books, and photos and art stuff on the walls.

You could see all the way into the kitchen, where there are more Christmas light, more art on the walls, little lamps lit.

And I think what made it all seem really welcoming is that I have incandescent bulbs everywhere. (Except for the Christmas lights, which are LED.) And incandescent light gives such a warm yellow glow to everything.

I have lived alone now for 10 years — this includes 3 different houses. And I’d sort of gotten the impression that I don’t have a “home” anymore. That I live in a house and I do the best I can to make it comfortable, etc.

So seeing into my own house like that last night — all the little lamps on, the TV on, Christmas in full bloom in there, etc. I realized that somehow I have managed to make this now-125-year-old house a home.

It really just felt incredible. I don’t even know how I did that.

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Oh–

This was the movie I was watching (I haven’t finished it yet). Johnny had recommended it. Oddly enough, I had never heard of it before, but I’m really enjoying it.

“Secondhand Lions” 2003.

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Alas!

If you get Sky TV (and all you loyal readers of this lofty blog know so well by now that, here in the humble US Hinterlands, I DON’T!!), you might have watched this documentary, in anticipation of the TV adaptation of Nick Cave’s novel, The Death of Bunny Munro, which launched last night!!! (Thanks to Roger Gaess for sending me these links!)

The Guardian —Nick Cave’s Veiled World: the starry tale of how sometimes the devil doesn’t have the best tunes

The Independent — Nick Cave’s Veiled World documentary is a captivating look at the musician’s songwriting genius

“Sky’s film assembles some of the Australian musician’s closest friends and collaborators for an in-depth look at the dark, mysterious worlds he conjures, and the eclectic characters dwelling in them…”

And on a similar theme–

Here’s this!

I walked into my kitchen after my shift yesterday, sat down at my kitchen table, got on Instagram, and WOW!! Fucking gorgeous!

Nick Cave, smoking. In every sense of the word.

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And also —

More from Johnny Smoke in Tokyo at Comic Con–

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And that might be it for today, gang.

I need to wash my hair, do yoga, think about life, reply to Johnny’s text about when we can get together again (before Christmas Eve!!), yay, and then head out to see the retired Minister and his lovely wife and cat!

I’m guessing we’re going to watch another Christmas movie today, so that should be easy!! (I hope! But, honestly, you never know what you’re going to find when you show up at a client’s house.)

Meanwhile, enjoy your Sunday, wherever you are in the world!

Thanks for visiting.

I love you guys. See ya!

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I leave you with this!

My very early morning listening-music!!

I never get tired of it, gang. Never.

“The Ship Song.” 1990, Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds from one of my favorite albums — The Good Son. Enjoy, gang!!