It's been four months since my last post on this blog. Where did the time go?
Part of it went to (sort of) taking part in the Blogblast4peace countdown at The Matriarch's Corner, another of my blogs.
Part of it went to Gardens of Time and Sims Social of Facebook.
Part of it went to catching up at work after a fairly disastrous beginning of the year.
Part of it went to working on the board at Carolina School for Inquiry, a child-centered inquiry-based multi-aged public charter school in Columbia, SC.
Part of it went to reading and taking classes at St. Michael & All Angel's Episcopal Church.
Part of it went to my family and their needs and wants and whatevers.
Part of it went to myself: falling apart at 51 & trying to sew myself back together.
I should make a pie chart...
So now it is November 4. I have thought a whole lot about peace in the last three months and I think it's helped me find some personal peace. The dreaded holiday-with-family-drama season has begun and I'm not freaking too much.
OK, I did schedule gallbladder surgery for November 21, and that might interfere with Thanksgiving a little. I'll still be able to go to the dinners (one Thursday and one Friday), but if I need to leave early, everyone will understand. No dramatic, "I can't believe you just said that!" but more of a "I think I'm going to puke, see ya later."
This is really really going to be a hard candy Christmas. My son and daughter-in-law and their three children may be homeless in January, although they are taking steps to find a place with another couple (bless their hearts). My husband and I have a house and are making enough to get by, mostly, but there won't be a lot of stuff under the Christmas tree.
There will be a tree, though, and I think we'll try to observe Advent more meaningfully this year. We will go and look at light displays (the more color and plastic reindeer, the better). We will make and eat cookies if my range gets the new mother board it needs. (I am not kidding. The damn stove has a mother board. You'd think it would cook for me, or at least make some suggestions...)
Anyway, this season from Thanksgiving to New Years Day is about family and community not about money.
And as our parents get older, we wonder if we'll be able to have these same damn arguments every damn year for very much longer. I know that since my Mom died five years ago, I actually miss her yelling "Use the ricer! It works better!" every time I made my cardiac mashed potatoes (with the beater... "remember when Kathy broke the beater making mashed potatoes?") Well, not really, because her voice is still in my head.
And as our children get older, to that in-between age where there are no toys for them and they'd rather go naked than wear the clothes we bought even if we bought them in the cool store... ("Yesterday, Mom, it was cool yesterday..."), we wonder how much longer we'll be able to lay claim to first place in their hearts.
Then the children who have another in first place, a wife or husband and children of their own, will come by briefly as they go to visit other relatives and other friends. The hugs and candy-cane kisses make every Christmas bright, no matter what day or for how long.
I wonder if I can enjoy this season this year. Put aside the annoyances. Forget the to do list. Avoid the Martha Stewart magazine. Just eat candy canes and hug people I love.