...because I love this picture of them. It's their Christmas card picture this year.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
My Christmas Spirit...
...has not been so spirituous of late, but as I sit here and see snow out my window and the lights from our tree reflected I think it might be arousing.
We had friends over last Saturday to trim the tree and it was lovely. The menfolk did the lights...as it should be. It's a Boy Job. (Sorry, but there are some things that are just Boy Jobs...especially at Holidays. My Dad was the only one who ever put the lights on our Christmas tree...so there you go.) The Lady-folk hung the garland because it involved draping...and well, that would be a girl job. We all did our jobs well and the tree is lovely. Best part...people that I love were there to do this together.
Every Christmas we have lived here...when we bring our Christmas tree home...I always think about the families that lived here before us and the debates about where to put the tree. Our house was built in 1941...so that was a lot of debating. The funny thing is that I think all of the trees probably were in the same spot...it just feels right...like this is where the tree belongs. Tried to put it in different places last year but it ended back where it was meant to be.
Since we have lived here, our Christmas trees have gotten...well...just fatter and more Christmas tree y. Don't know how to explain it. Like that in our present we have connected with the past and all those who had celebrations here long before us.
It is a whisper that is embracing and comforting.
I wish for everyone this next year to have "Wings That Work". That is taken from the title of one of my favorite books "A Wish for Wings that Work" by Berkeley Breathed. He was the creator of "Bloom County" and this was his Christmas book about Opus, the little penguin, and his dream to fly.
This little book reminds me that in each of us lies a big dream...and that our dreams are in our reach...that we can all fly in a way that we never thought we could.
It's Christmas...it's about hope and love.
Go forth and spread joy.
May you always be blessed.
We had friends over last Saturday to trim the tree and it was lovely. The menfolk did the lights...as it should be. It's a Boy Job. (Sorry, but there are some things that are just Boy Jobs...especially at Holidays. My Dad was the only one who ever put the lights on our Christmas tree...so there you go.) The Lady-folk hung the garland because it involved draping...and well, that would be a girl job. We all did our jobs well and the tree is lovely. Best part...people that I love were there to do this together.
Every Christmas we have lived here...when we bring our Christmas tree home...I always think about the families that lived here before us and the debates about where to put the tree. Our house was built in 1941...so that was a lot of debating. The funny thing is that I think all of the trees probably were in the same spot...it just feels right...like this is where the tree belongs. Tried to put it in different places last year but it ended back where it was meant to be.
Since we have lived here, our Christmas trees have gotten...well...just fatter and more Christmas tree y. Don't know how to explain it. Like that in our present we have connected with the past and all those who had celebrations here long before us.
It is a whisper that is embracing and comforting.
I wish for everyone this next year to have "Wings That Work". That is taken from the title of one of my favorite books "A Wish for Wings that Work" by Berkeley Breathed. He was the creator of "Bloom County" and this was his Christmas book about Opus, the little penguin, and his dream to fly.
This little book reminds me that in each of us lies a big dream...and that our dreams are in our reach...that we can all fly in a way that we never thought we could.
It's Christmas...it's about hope and love.
Go forth and spread joy.
May you always be blessed.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
I haven't felt the same...
...about my job since "the incident"...as I have chosen to refer to it. (Read previous post if that comment doesn't make sense). As an addendum to the story, she returned everything she bought that day.
I don't feel like I am doing my best...working as hard. I think I'm just getting tired. That persons treatment of me just kind of put a capper on it. I was telling my Mum about it the other day on the phone (I didn't tell her when it happened)...and I realized I was physically shaking as I was retelling.
I find myself thinking what's the point? I do get to converse with wonderful women and occasionally get to help them see themselves in a different light...get them to step out of the box and do something different...even though oftentimes that different is wearing a belt.
A couple of weeks ago, one of regulars said a really cool thing to me. I had some funked up so not corporate approved outfit on...my basic black and I was feeling rebellious...so I was probably looking Steampunkish. The customer said to me "You always look great...it could be costumey but it's never over the edge...always interesting. You wear it well". I should have sent her a thank you note.
I put my favorite New Orleans picture up because that moment...in that taking of that picture...it was brilliant. I can still picture everything about that moment...being in the back of that pick up truck...the heat in the wind as it whipped around...us with huge smiles because...well it was brilliant.
I do remember on that drive from the airport that for awhile everything looked good....houses all redone or okay. A couple of blocks later...you would see one house redone and the rest of the block was still boarded up...then there were blocks that were boarded. It was disconcerting...it seemed random.
I love the photo I put up because I felt so safe in that moment.
I don't feel like I am doing my best...working as hard. I think I'm just getting tired. That persons treatment of me just kind of put a capper on it. I was telling my Mum about it the other day on the phone (I didn't tell her when it happened)...and I realized I was physically shaking as I was retelling.
I find myself thinking what's the point? I do get to converse with wonderful women and occasionally get to help them see themselves in a different light...get them to step out of the box and do something different...even though oftentimes that different is wearing a belt.
A couple of weeks ago, one of regulars said a really cool thing to me. I had some funked up so not corporate approved outfit on...my basic black and I was feeling rebellious...so I was probably looking Steampunkish. The customer said to me "You always look great...it could be costumey but it's never over the edge...always interesting. You wear it well". I should have sent her a thank you note.
I put my favorite New Orleans picture up because that moment...in that taking of that picture...it was brilliant. I can still picture everything about that moment...being in the back of that pick up truck...the heat in the wind as it whipped around...us with huge smiles because...well it was brilliant.
I do remember on that drive from the airport that for awhile everything looked good....houses all redone or okay. A couple of blocks later...you would see one house redone and the rest of the block was still boarded up...then there were blocks that were boarded. It was disconcerting...it seemed random.
I love the photo I put up because I felt so safe in that moment.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
