Randoms

I painted all day Friday and Saturday.  I was going to finish Sunday but I crawled out of bed and everything ached.  Every. Single. Thing.  Since the only thing left to finish is the hallway with its five doorways I decided to take the day off.

Five doorways?  That is radonculous.

So is painting.

I thought that during my painting marathon I would come up with a couple of great writing ideas for the week, but instead I mainly thought about what it must be like to hire a professional painter.   Who even does that?

The random thoughts and observations that kept me from getting bored while I rolled…..

*Why do stores lock the dressing rooms so you have to track somebody down to try on clothes?  It drives me batty and if I hadn’t already determined that said frock was ABOUT TO CHANGE MY LIFE, I’d leave in a huff.

*I think Jennifer Lawrence is peaking too early which is never a good thing.  Look at Justin Bieber of late for proof on that one, although she seems infinitely smarter than him.

*Since Friday I have heard “Say Something” by Christina Aguillera multiple times on the radio.  New favorite song.

*I usually don’t watch the Grammys but Sara Bareilles is up for album of the year.  The Blessed Unrest.  I have worn it out.

*I never miss an episode of “The Good Wife.”

*Except for Will, we all had MLK day off.  Maggie, Nate and I met at Savers for some thrift store shopping @ 50% off.  I found an Ann Taylor jacket for $6.50.  It is going TO CHANGE MY LIFE and the dressing room wasn’t locked.

*I have friends who wouldn’t set foot in a thrift store.   They so don’t get it.

*I get up early in the morning so I can read the paper.  No matter how bad I’ve slept I still would rather get up early enough to read the paper than sleep in.

*My hairdresser got me to stop using shampoo.  I’ve washed my hair with conditioner only for nearly three years.

*I’ve never had a facial, pedicure or manicure but I have had an upper GI, CAT scan and three surgeries.

*Did you know that “How I Met Your Mother” is on 24/7?  Me either and then Mal had a long winter break.

*If I could rent a monkey to sit and pick the paint out of my hair I would.  Time for shampoo?

And lastly…….

I need a good book to get me through this cold, gloomy month.  Any suggestions?

The Obits

My mom reads three different newspapers every day.  Most of them repeat the same news stories, but each of them caters to their local readers in different ways.  For my mom, a longtime obituary reader and at the mean age for that page, it is how she starts her day.

When I was a young girl, I remember her hunched over the kitchen table and spread out newspaper shaking her head over news of the death of a stranger.  Aloud to no one she would say, “Thirty five and three kids.  Good Lord.”

I have followed in her footsteps  Often I give the obit page a quick skim, but when time permits I linger over the Cliff note, published version of a lifetime story.

There have been a couple over the years that I have torn out and saved.  The one where a poem of the deceased was featured.

“But I am moving west along this superhighway, not to return.  I am following my fathers.  I have left nothing behind – no people, no possessions, no regrets.  In the old stories, the souls of the dying it was thought, vanished into the west.  I’ve always liked the sound of that.”

Or the English teacher…….

“She admired a well-constructed sentence, a strong character arc and a clever mystery twist: she would put her book down when it was time for Jeopardy or The Colbert Report.”

Sometimes obituaries go viral like this one.

“Those who’ve taken her lessons to heart will continue to ensure that a cold drink will be left for the overheated garbage collector and mail carrier, every baby will be kissed, every nursing home resident will be visited, the hungry will have a sandwich, the guest will have a warm bed and soft nightlight, and the encroaching possum will know the soothing sensation of a barbecue brush upon its back.”

Or this…………

“I believe we are each of us connected to every person and everything on this Earth, that we are in fact one divine organism having an infinite spiritual existence. Of course, we may not always comprehend that. And really, that’s a discussion for another time. So let’s cut to the chase: 

I was given the gift of life, and now I have to give it back. This is hard. But I was a lucky woman, who led a lucky existence, and for this I am grateful.”
 
After our friend, Vicki, died, some of us were discussing her funeral a few weeks later.  How it was so utterly perfect Vicki.  “I came home and started a death file,” one of my friends said.  “I want written directions that my family will have so they know everything I want.”  We all nodded and maybe we weren’t ready to start our own file, but we were certainly thinking about it.

The Catholics have put hard and firm brakes on eulogies during the mass.  They have found them disruptive to the service, but seeing as how death is the ultimate disruptive event I’m not buying that argument.  For who better than family and dear friends to tell a church full of mourners that one story that makes everyone smile through their tears and grateful to be among the heartbroken living?

There are some of us who will always start our day reading about the end of strangers’ lives.  In the course of that habit one is bound to come across that brief funny/sweet/poignant/loving story in black and white of a life gone too soon.

Moving west ahead of the pack until our own name appears on that page.

Vintage Vic

Mark is taking back-to-back business trips and so while he is gone I’ve decided to paint the living room and dining room.

This is a ridiculous idea, but since I cannot bear to turn this job over to a professional because they don’t love this house like I do (and since I am capable of painting)…..it is mine to execute.

So far my execution would make a professional cringe and I am having my usual freakout about color.

White.  It is going to be white because all the rooms I love in magazines and Pinterest are white, but it is making me jittery.  Who freaks out over white walls?  Unless there’s so much in-your-face-whiteness at the moment that it looks like the psych unit of the county hospital.

I needed a dose of Vic so I headed to my favorite paint guy at Ace Hardware.

My first trip was for supplies but I had an ulterior motive.  When I was home my mom showed me a tool chest that recently was given to her by my uncle.  Inside were carpenter tools that belonged to my grandfather and great-grandfather.

It was a collection of the working life of two men, and since there was precious little to hand down from one generation to another it holds special meaning.

Inside was this……..

…..and I told Mom that I had to show it to Vic because he would appreciate it more than anyone I know.

He did, too.  Loved it.  Called over the other helpful, hardware men to show them this little piece of paint history.

I put it back in my purse and Vic said, “That’s a nice Coach purse you’ve got there.”

“Thank you.  This was an inheritance, too, from my cousin’s wife.  I love it.  But, jeez, Vic, you’re a guy.  How did you know this was a Coach purse?”

“Because I know a lot about a lot and that purse needs a good cleaning.  Saddle soap.  Aisle two.”

A Gift Card @ The Barn

When my mom asked me what I wanted for Christmas I told her a gift card from Pottery Barn.  There were three reasons for this. 

#1.  It’s The Barn.  Who doesn’t get their hearts a-flutter when the Pottery Barn catalog arrives?  The new one is all about indigo so I’m mulling over changing the entire house to an inky blue oasis.  With that going on it won’t feel like we’re in a Prairie Flyover State here, but more like corporatized eclectic charm.  The Big Daddy loves corporate.  Ask him sometime.  When you have a week. 

#2.  Mom is 85 years old, and though she is very active I don’t want her traipsing everywhere for a gift for me so I try to make it easy.  For my sisters who are often called upon to do her traipsing.

#3.  The Pottery Barn in Kansas City is closing, therefore allowing for anticipated deep discounts.  Along with my gift card this equals Consumer Strategerie to get the most bang for the buck.

I went after work to be greeted by 20% off signs for bath towels when I walked in the door.

20%?  For bath towels?  Who even cares about bath towels and why would you buy them from Pottery Barn?  I walked right by that bargain even though we could use a dozen new ones since The Big Daddy ripped one right down the middle the other day and I yelled, “Stop with the vigorous drying!!!   Bath towels don’t grow on trees, Mister!”

I was on the hunt for a WOW purchase so that when somebody comes in my house and says, “That is really cool,” I could say it was from Pottery Barn instead of from the curb barn.

I wandered around and found Christmas decorations for 50%.  Okaaaaay, but weren’t we over that before it even started?

At one point, a salesperson greeted me and she had the demeanor of a metro chic New York socialite who was forced to work because Grandpa cut off her trust fund.  Added to that she talked in low tones.  As I lingered over a footstool clad in leather she said, “Just so you’re aware, our furniture is an extra 20% off.”

And I said, “WHAT?”

“Our furniture is an extra 20% off.”

“Oh, okay, but I can’t find a price on this.”

“Well, you must have overlooked it because it’s on here.”

“No, it’s not on either one.”

She looked it over and there was no price and I resisted the urge to say, “Told you so,” because she kind of scared me with her cool, detached boredom.

“I’ll go find out and let you know.”

And I said, “WHAT?”

She left and I dug through the linens in the back of the store that had some serious markdowns.  The kind of markdowns that a Christmas gift card would cover.  When she came back she said, “It’s $299.00 minus the 20%.”

And I said, “WHAT!!!!” not because I couldn’t hear her but because that was a ridiculous price for a footstool.

“It’s $299.00” she repeated, likely resisting the urge to say, “YOU CHEAPSKATE.”

I came home with a diffuser, a pillow cover that won’t work and has to be returned and a candle holder.  There was no WOW purchase, only the realization that Pottery Barn is best done on the knock-off PB couch with a cup of tea where you can turn back the corners of the pages of all those things that make you dreamy-eyed.  After a few days of lingering in decorating utopia with the Sundance, Garnet Hill and Ballard Design catalogs, it will get thrown in a basket where it will eventually get tossed into recycling without another glance………

……..and the dream will be forgotten, but when you put a feather in anything you take it to a whole new level.  

Pottery Barn taught me that. 

The Q & A

I had BIG writing plans before Christmas.  I was going to crank out a couple of blogs and enlighten/inspire/wow you but life……oh blessed life got in the way.  Before I get to the business at hand, let me say that we had the loveliest Christmas.  Because we don’t travel back to Chicago until after Christmas, we have the kindest friends who invite us over and treat us like family.  My two dearest – Gayla who has an open house on Christmas Eve for oh, about forty people (who has the energy for that???) and Kathy who has invited us to Christmas dinner with her family for forever it seems.  Every year when our entourage arrives at their festive homes with our covered dishes I could weep that they want us there to spend the holiday with them.  On Christmas day, Kathy’s husband, Brian, made a toast and read this quote by Eric Sevareid, “Christmas is a necessity. There has to be at least one day of the year to remind us that we’re here for something else besides ourselves.”   It seemed especially true this year, or maybe age makes me look at a table of friends and family and think, “Oh, look at us.  Here we are and aren’t we just the luckiest people ever?”

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So where were we back in December when Frozen was merely a movie and not a way of life?  Oh yes, I had just won a BIG award, bestowed upon me by my OSMA.

You really must read her blog.  This is her latest and I LOVED IT.  And her……I. Love. Her.

As a condition of the prize one must answer eleven questions.  These are the ones she posed to me and the other prize winners. 

1.)  What’s your favorite thing about yourself and why?

I crack myself up.  I continually have a party of one all day long.

2.)  Do you believe in afterlife?  If not, why not how come what for?  Also, do you feel life has a purpose or is it just randomized units of energy bumping into each other?

I do believe in the afterlife.  The best thing I ever heard was that there is a thin veil that separates us from those who have moved on.   I have found that thought to be very comforting.  I do believe that life has a purpose but I also love the idea of being bumped by energy.

3.)  If you found a stray animal that was hurt, what would you do?

Well, this just happened recently and I did nothing which is rather haunting to me.  You might remember that early in December I wrote about a hawk that was sitting high above on a streetlight observing the landscape.  A week later, I was in the very same vicinity and saw what looked to be the same hawk dead on the street.  A couple of people had stopped and maybe it dove for something and collided with a car.  I’ll never know as I came after the fact.  I have never seen such a big bird that close and I was rattled by it.  Other than getting him off the street it was too late to do anything else but I wish I had stopped.   That animal, even in death, was beautiful and in stopping it might have felt like I had duly paid my respects to the hawk that I wrote about.

4.)  Do your days bore you, enlighten you, weigh you down, or other?

Mostly, in regards to work they challenge me.  I am in an environment that is fast-paced and quickly changing so my brain always has to be in overdrive.  There are times I miss the boredom of my past retail jobs when I could daydream and write in my head all day long. 

5.)  If you could do anything at all without any concern about money, what would it be and why?

I would write and write and write.  A couple of my nieces and nephews are fabulously talented artists and so my dream is to write a children’s book and to have all of them contribute to the illustration of it.  I’d also open an Etsy shop to fill my creative, crafty side.  A few months ago, I bought a mustard cardigan at the thrift store.  I never tried it on and when I got it home discovered it was too tight in the arms and so I put it in a pile to donate.  Three times I’ve put it in the pile and pulled it out.  Something is begging to be repurposed from that gorgeous color.  I can’t figure out yet what it is but since it keeps telling me to not get rid of it I am going to pay attention.

6.)  What is your favorite memory as a child?  Teenager?  Adult?

My favorite memory of all those years is Christmas Eve.  The whole family would cram into the living room and we would slowly make our way around opening presents.  It was very civilized and felt special.  I always knew I was loved.  On that night it filled me up.

7.)  What is your internal dialogue saying?  Do you speak kindness to yourself throughout the day?  How does doing this or not doing this impact your actions?

I am working on that.  As I’ve gotten older I give myself a break much of the time.  Much of what keeps me up and fibrillating at night doesn’t ever come to pass and so I would like to spend my energy moving in a more positive direction.  In order to do that I need to turn the inner chatter off and listen more to the hum of life.   The hum is where the energy is.

8.) Where would you rather be right now and why?

I think in the natural order of the Zodiac, I am born to be by water.  What Kansas has in affordable living, great bbq and jazz, it lacks in water.  I am always most content gazing at water.

9.) Describe your perfect afternoon.

Cleaning the house, rearranging some furniture, getting the laundry done, lighting some candles and making a great dinner.  I am such a homebody.

10.) Are you doing what your 15 yo self wanted you to do?  If not, what is stopping you?

My 15 year old self was like a deer in the headlights of life.  My 56 year old self is much the same but because of wonder and not because of fear.

11.) What kind of people make you happy/inspire you/intrigue you?

Well, those dearies I mentioned at the start make me happy.  Anyone who makes me laugh immediately skyrockets to the top of my love meter.  The people who intrigue me are the ones I see every day.  The UPS driver, the checker at the grocery store, the guy at the bus stop.  I always wonder what kind of story they have to tell.  The people who inspire me would be Mark and the kids.  Each of them are in hot pursuit of what makes their hearts beat a little faster.  They are passionate people and one can feel that in their presence.

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And now for eleven questions of my own……………

1. Are you a believer in New Year’s resolutions?  If so, have you made any?

2. What five people would you invite to a dinner party?

3. What would you serve at that dinner party?

3. What one book have you recommended most to friends?

4. What would the title of your biography be called?

5. If you won the Publisher’s Clearing House prize what would you do with the money?

6. What is the first thing you notice when you meet someone new?

7. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?

8. What are you afraid of?

9. When was the last time you cried?

10. Do politics interest or bore you?

11.  What word do you hate?  What word do you love?  ( A ripoff from James Lipton and the Actor’s Studio but I love that question.)

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Writing feels like home to me and so it is good to be back.  Because you always show up, surely you know that these questions are for you

A Major Award

 It seems I have won one of these………….

                                         

And I was like WHAT????  I don’t even win in bunco let alone a blog prize, but I got friends in the right places and my OSMA nominated me.  She is a blog/cyber friend.  Sometimes when something funny happens at work I think to myself, “Wait until OSMA hears about this!”  Then I remember that I don’t know her in real life and me thinking about her like that would sound kind of weird to other people.  And by other people I mean the police.

Anyhow, it’s a baton that’s handed off from blogger to blogger to promote the little engines that could and not the big ones everybody knows about.  You must nominate eleven other bloggers.  My OSMA cheated so I will, too.  A combo of little and big blogs that are my go-tos on a regular basis………

An Inch Of Gray
I found Anna after her son died in a tragic accident during a seemingly harmless storm.  When you are a blog reader and someone is going through a tragedy it makes its way around pretty fast.  That was the case with me and Anna’s blog, but I am in for the long haul with her and her family.  She raises the bar on writing and her Jack…………oh her Jack was something to behold.

The Simple Wife
I came across this blog in the same manner.  A fit, 40-something mom, wife, and author has a massive stroke and during that time it felt like you were right in the middle of it.  Her husband posted updates on her condition and though she made it through, everything about their life has changed.  They post rather sporadically now (for obvious reasons) and after a long spell of no updates she recently wrote something that breaks my heart.  There’s problems, people, and then there are problems.

Anecdotally Yours
This darling couple are friends of Maggie and Nate’s and were the photographer and videographer of their wedding.  They are an incredibly talented powerhouse of talent.  I look at their postings of photos and videos and cry………..and I don’t even know anybody they’re featuring.  Stop by and see them and their new son, Ben, the cutest baby to ever rock a winter hat.

The Gardener’s Cottage
A friend sent me this link and I’ve been hooked.  This woman is all about simplifying her life and tells you how to do the same.  Closet full of STUFF?  She shows you how to pair it down, edit your furnishings, trim your roses and make a vegan Thanksgiving.  This blog is the calm in the storm.

A Beloved Life
This is my friend, Amy’s blog.  Amy was the HR manager where I work and left to pursue other interests as they say.  She has become dear to me and was my saving grace in the choppy waters of a new job.  She practices yoga and meditation daily and is so in tune with herself that I am in awe.  She does the work of being her and shows you how to do the same.

A Work In Progress
This is my friend, Mary’s blog.  I met Mary at a mutual friend’s Christmas party about five years ago.  Once a year I would see her and we would chat.  From someone else I found out she was a writer and I screeched at Panera’s,”I NEVER KNEW THAT!!!”  Then Mary moved to California thus preventing the long friendship I had planned for her and me.  We are mutual admirers from a distance and supporters of this hard work called writing.  Her husband has a blog, too,  I love to read both of them.

Now the big ones which you probably already know of and don’t need any explanation from me.

Miss Mustard Seed

The Lettered Cottage

Momastery

Victoria Elizabeth Barnes

Does Huffington Post count?  No.

People I Want To Punch In The Throat

Next post…………..the Q & A
         

The Final Push

The other day our Christmas cards came and unbeknownst to me at the time of order, they required additional postage.

Oh dear baby Jesus, why oh why is everything so hard for me this year?

I decided not to go to my usual post office but rather one in a cute little shopping district with lots of small, independent shops so I could finish my shopping.  I started at the post office even though I was warned not to go to that one because it is so slow.  The warning was accurate.  There were about fifteen people in line and one person working the counter.  I got in line and scrolled my phone while I waited.  At one point, I heard the cheerful postal worker say, “Oh good, they finally sent me some help.”  With that the not so nice newly arrived postal worker said to those of us in line, “We close at 4:00 so not all of you are going to be able to go through so you may as well leave now and go to another post office.”

I didn’t care so much for the new help seeing as how I’d been in line for twenty minutes.

The older woman ahead of me in line said, “Oh dear.  Oh no, honey.  I don’t think you and I are going to make it.”

Me and everyone else just stood there.  My new friend made it to the counter with a minute to spare and my eyes were pleading with her to hurry it up.  Cranky Mr. Postman started pulling the metal doors closed by the counter when the post lady said, “Stop.  We’re going to stay late and we’re going to wait on these people because they’ve been in line and they have things that need to get mailed out today so they arrive by by Christmas.”

And I was like,  “Dear baby Jesus, that woman is an angel.  She is an angel.”

When my time came I thanked her a meeeelion times over, wished her a Merry Christmas and if the postal bouncer wasn’t so pissy already I’d have hopped the counter and hugged her.

Moral of the story:  Don’t lose your cool.  It’s all going to work out.  The angels are ready to swoop in and give respite from the Christmas storm.  The people behind the counter are worn out.  They probably haven’t been off much at all for the last month so be kind, be kind, be kind. 

Okay, a couple of last minute gift ideas to consider…………

This book.  Oh my goodness, I love this book.  It has seeped into my being and set up camp for, hopefully, a lifetime.  The last page???  I’ve read the last page about thirty times.  I talk about this book all the time so go get it for somebody you love and do a little holiday self-love and buy one for yourself.  The movie version is in production and stars Reese Witherspoon, but we all know that the book is always better.

                                          

I’ve wanted this perfume forever.  Loved the name and loved the Philosophy.  If I was at the mall I’d go into Sephora and spritz myself with it but could not lay my money down because it seemed like such a luxury.  My lovely daughter dragged her dad to the mall last year to shop for my birthday and made him buy me this.  I wear it almost every day.  It comes in all sizes and price ranges but Sephora sells a roll-on for $18.00 if you want to take it for a test drive.

                                                  

This was the other thing I got last year for my birthday and I use it every day.  I think it’s about $125.00.  It exfoliates your skin so that all the anti-aging stuff gets deep into your pores, and when you wake up in the morning your husband thinks he’s in bed with a twenty year old.  True story.

                                           

Some favorite things………….there’s more but it’s midnight and my copy and pasting skills quit a few hours ago.  Take note, friends, you will always be at the top of the list.  Now go be merry and bright then prepare him room.

An Absence of Spirit

As soon as they said there was one less week this year between Thanksgiving and Christmas I knew I was doomed.  I will never get everything done in time was my immediate thought.  So much to do……

I have shopped but not finished.  I ordered Christmas cards that haven’t even been shipped yet.  We thought about having a party and a week after Thanksgiving I threw in the towel on that idea.  I am trying to keep on top of holiday chores, work, the house, the laundry and the finances and have failed at all of them.  Three nights in a row we were invited to some kind of holiday event and I was so happy, not because we would be spending time with people we love but because I didn’t have to cook dinner.  I have written one crappy paragraph of the Christmas letter I have sent out for twenty years.  The dog can barely get up and my heart knows it is time for him to move on, yet I do nothing about that either.

I miss my dad.

Twenty three years since he’s been here for Christmas and this year has knocked me for a loop.  I have watched interviews with parents of kids killed at Sandy Hook and I still can’t believe that happened in this country and we did nothing about it.  I see commercial after commercial that caters to the affluent in such a way it feels obscene to me.  I wonder how typhoon misplaced people in the Phillippines are doing but that news has been replaced with November retail sales figures.

I am searching for the joy.

A few weeks ago we went to the funeral of a friend.  He was 53 and died of brain cancer.  I have never been to a funeral with so many people which goes to show you how many lives he touched.  The loss of him to his wife and sons is enormous..  The community he was a part of will feel his absence in profound ways.

The minister was a friend of his and said to the mournful congregation …….”Death did not claim him.  Cancer did not claim him.  God said this man is mine and I claim him.  I have prepared a room for him and he is mine.  He is coming home to my house.”

A funeral will make you think about a lot of things.  A beautiful funeral for a good man will make you want to change a lot of things.

While my own holiday spirit does more ebbing than flowing this year, I keep circling back to the words of that minister and think of my own dad.  Like the friend gone too soon, neither cancer nor death claimed him.  God did and that thought has given me peace.  He was always his and nobody lived a life more ready for The Day than my Dad. 

If I could wrap peace in a box and tie a ribbon around it I would give it to everyone I know.  The mall and the aisles of Target are crappy substitutes for the gift that most people desperately want.  Before long Christmas Eve will be here and everything that needed to be done will be.  Or not.  My restless, worried mind will relax and if nothing else the pressure to provide the perfect holiday will have dissipated.

I will tether my soul to the Prince of Peace once again.

I will sing Joy To The World…….

…….and I will mean it.

A Strange Man In A Foreign Country

When the kids were very little and most of the Christmas shopping was for toys, I asked Mark to take a day off work to help me.  I was overwhelmed with three kids with three different interests.  To be clear, Mark RARELY takes time off work.  A few days between Christmas and New Year’s and the rare vacation, but long ago he agreed to this shopping day and so it has been a standing date with us ever since.

In recent years we have capped it off with Happy Hour down on the Plaza before we head home.

This year we weren’t able to do that and so we started with breakfast before we headed to the mall.  Eek!  The mall.  We are not mall people, but we also are not Eskimos so we opted for indoor shopping.

A long time ago, a customer told me about a strategy to remember things based on a plan by St. Thomas Moore.  You envision the rooms of your home, and as you try to recall something you walk through the rooms to retrieve the information.  It sounded complicated to me and I never did it, but at the mall I am just like that saint.  I know where to park based on the time of day and day of the week, I know the layout, I know every place I want to go on the first floor, up to the second, loop around and out.

The plan being to retrieve what I came for and spend as little time there as possible.

With my husband and shopping assistant along, my saintly plan got side-tracked.  He’s a slow mall walker.  He doesn’t got out much ever so he has to look at everything.  That’s how we spent 45 minutes at the Microsoft store talking to a guy about a computer we have no intention of buying.

Prior to the mall, we went to Target and he kept disappearing so I started yelling, “Marco” and from the coffee aisle I heard a faint “Polo.”  There was my lil wanderer with boxes of Keurig coffee to add to the cart.

When we set foot in Sephora, he took it all in for fifteen seconds and said, “I can’t do this.”  The saleswoman tried to sweet talk him into staying, but I knew that place would max out his estrogen limit.  “Okay,” I said, “but please don’t wander off.  I won’t be in here long.”

And off he wandered and I felt like I was a shepherd watching over an ADD lamb all day long.

Where is he now?  Socks?  Why is he buying socks?  Slippers?  With memory foam?  Not on the list.  No, no we’re shopping for other people today not ourselves.  (That’s later.  Online where the evidence is not so easy to uncover.)  One day, dude.  That’s what we have here.  One day to knock most of this out. 

We made a tiny dent in our shopping and there was much more to do, but I had to get a cut and color and even the soon-to-be birth of the Lord doesn’t get in the way of that.  He dropped me off and came back later to get me.

I was still in the beautification process and so he hung around waiting for me to finish.  Amy told us a story she’d heard about a guy who surprised his wife in the bedroom with leather underwear that zippered in front and Mark said, “What if the zipper got caught in something?”

“Like what,” Amy asked.

We laughed for too long and that might be one of the many reasons why I won’t be seeing him during the week for another year.

Heaven & Nature Sing

Prior to meeting Mark, my encounters with nature were few and unintended.  One time a blue jay attacked my brother when he was going out the front door and he went screaming into the house.  Unbeknownst to him there were some babies in the vicinity, but from that point on Mom always referred to them as “those gulldamned blue jays.”

Mark has since informed me that birds like crows and blue jays are rather sophisticated creatures, and if you’ve ever had a hawk come into your yard you would know that those are the ones that alert the whole neighborhood of impending danger.

When he and Will were in Scouts they always came home with a bucket that contained everything from frogs, snakes, turtles and tadpoles.

I got used to it.  It came with the marriage.

While the girls freak out over a spider, Will or Mark would scoop it up and take it outside where it would rather be anyways.  I have long admired their appreciation for even the smallest forms of life.

Mark makes it his job to keep the bird feeder full especially in these cold months.  “They’ve got it especially hard this time of year.” he tells me as he vigilantly buys more seed.

In the frantic pace of December as I was going to buy a few gifts and grocery shop before a full week of work, I happened to notice a white hawk coming to rest on top of a street light.  I had never seen a white hawk before and Mark later told me it was a male harrier hawk.

While the world buzzed around him he patiently sat in wait, and so I took note and stilled my hurried mind.

Lingering like the hawk during the season of Advent and wondering what is about to unfold before me.