I love Christmas for many reasons, one of which is that it is a chance for those of us who HATE change to force everyone to join us. We insist on doing things exactly as they have always been done and drape our stubbornness in the honorable cloak of tradition. Christmas is not the time for innovation, and this Christmas was no exception. The whole family submitted their traditional Christmas lists about a month ago (Dad wants a plane, mom just wants everyone to be together, and very specific kitchen ware for which she attaches coupons, Lyman wants strange items and unheard of books, Zach wants stylish old man academic clothes), and then we generally get people nothing from their list. It is more of a creative way of delivering a yearly update. On Christmas Eve we eat the same things at the same party with the same group of dear friends. We stay up late singing through the same green carol books, trudging our way through all 5 verses of “Good King Wenceslaus,” (because it is a story, and stopping early is just disappointing), multiple singings of “Oh Little Town of Bethlehem”, and we end the evening with the lighting of the final long awaited candle on the advent wreath and singing “Silent Night.” And I wouldn’t really want it to change, because the miracle of Christ’s birth requires no embellishing or renovation to render it more special.
- "Art rediscovers, generation by generation, what is necessary to humanness. " -John Gardner
Lately, on InstagramThe last couple weeks (months? years?) have had a lot of career angst for me, a lot of mixed feelings about where I’m at professionally, compared to personally. This isn’t an announcement or a revalatiin, just a show of solidarity to all the people out there sitting in coffee shops or cubicles or kitchen tables and not totally knowing what you are doing. When any of you figure out the balance between what you want and need and have to give up- you go ahead and clue me in.Happiness is fresh flowers in every room on this most Mondayest of Tuesday’s. And by fresh flowers in every room, I actually mean “James mowed the lawn, weed whacked, did laundry, scrubbed floors, and deep cleaned the kitchen before I rolled in late last night after 9 days away and today I am thrilled to realize I forgot to cancel my free amazon fresh trial so now, following ice cream for lunch and Pretzel Bakery breakfast, groceries will magically arrive while I catch up on BIP” - but I thought I would try to use what the internet likes to pretend is happiness, just in case you don’t share my understand of happiness meaning shiny floors and lazy groceries. It’s a metaphor. #itssimplytuesday