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I began this post with a small collection of things that didn’t make sense over the past week, but fortunately, the planets aligned for the most part.

Of the things that threw me:

1.)  “I told you we should have brought sunscreen to go get the Christmas tree.” Most people were in shorts and t-shirts, sweaty and swarthy and crimson around the collar as they claimed their holiday cheer. Usually we at least get to wear long sleeves and jeans to get the job done, but not this year. It just looked/felt weird. While the rest of the country went home to make hot chocolate after the traditional tree-claiming fiasco, we went for a jump in the lake, so to speak.

2.) A sign (“Caution: Manatee Area”), in between two heavy equipment machines. Either…why were they working so hard in a manatee area, or why did a manatee helper put the sign up? Seems like something needs to be done above ground-level to get the job accomplished, assuming the point is not to disturb the feeding manatees. Pardon the lack of quality in the pic, I was on the fly and working hard not to bash into the makeshift lane barriers:

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(Parenthetical insert): We threw Grandma in the canoe Saturday for a big adventure in manatee sightings…the manatees were naught during our trip, but she enjoyed seeing the Christmas lights and decorations on the neighbors’ riverfront structures and docks:

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3.) I put the word out there that we would like a clergy person to visit Grandma regularly for a variety of reasons. I was told, “I know just the person! Your mother would get along great with this one. They charge a fee for visitation, but I know they’d enjoy each others’ company!”

WHAT?? Since when did it cost money to come to Jesus? Color me befuddled. And a few other things.

4.) I asked for and was given the 21st off, my first stretch of 5 consecutive days off in 5 years. Somebody had to go and tell me after the fact that that’s the last day on the Mayan calendar, so I said, “Well, at least now I’ll have it off in case we get sucked into a universal vacuum.” Are all those MREs in my pantry left over from Katrina are still good?

Anyone?

5.) Someone please inform my employer that this is how I wind up being late for work when I am rushing around trying to get ready to face the day, which can involve up to seven lawyers at any given moment (and I’m not a lawyer):

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How can you strut away into the “real world” when a little person engages you as such? Sometimes the “situations” at home are as big as the “situations” elsewhere, and demand equal but different attention, for the ultimate betterment of society. The little time we take today shapes the big time needed for tomorrow.

What went terribly right:

Presents under the tree (children staring up into the beauty of the tree, no materialism):

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– the 4 y.o. is asking us to go to the “Christmas Present Park” to fetch some presents to put under the tree. I wish it were that easy!

In an odd move this year, instead of parking the tree front and center in the front window where God and everyone can see our tree, we plopped it in a spot in the house where WE all can see, instead. The children liked it better there, and besides, the first one to knock the tree down or shatter an ornament will have less of a clean-up job.

Really and truly, Daddy DID go to the auto parts store today to get a fuse for the big tree lights which predictably didn’t light up this year after a year of monitoring squirrels and bats in the attic. He got the wrong size. Impatient as I am, I just had to slap a string of miniature lights on the bottom half before he could rectify the situation. The kids, bless their hearts, cared less – they were agog with the magic of Christmas. Bulb size/type simply was NOT an issue.

In a crass move of impulsivity and sheer sweaty exasperation, we permitted the four-year old to choose this year’s tree, a Leland Cyprus, with branches too soft and fragile to accommodate many of our ornaments. This was the best move ever: not only did it boost his sense of self-esteem and worth in the family, it made tree-decorating half-time, since many of the ornaments were “too heavy.” It was simpler, softer and twice the joy. And we were in and out of the Christmas tree farm in under 30 minutes.

Y’all, take it easy this season – don’t fret, don’t be compulsive, let something go. The meaning of the season is so much bigger than the things we think we MUST do. Really, it’s more important to think about what you do throughout the entire year than during this month alone.

Hey, God, help us stay focused on You and Your wishes for us despite our own ideas of what we “should” be doing/saying/thinking/feeling/accomplishing. Help us to slow down and know You. Really.

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