With holiday season over, writer returns
I'm back again, this time hopefully for good.
While it seems like ages since I've last written a column, in fact it's only been a few short weeks. That time warp called December plays tricks on me every year, but this one was a doozie.
Where to begin?
As some of you may know, I'm not one of those people who really enjoys the holiday season. There is too much contradiction in the whole premise of the frenzy, and I have a hard time finding Jesus in the middle of all that. The honest truth is that many of us who feel that way experience at least a small amount of shame or guilt for our feelings. It goes against the norm (and Rockwell) and just makes us seem grouchy and negative. No one understands that the "Season" isn't for everyone. It's like roller coasters fun for you, not for me. Nothing personal against Jesus, and I, for one, believe He understands.
But having said that, it was a joy for my kids to come home from college for Christmas break. Even though I was working like mad, a funny thing happened. Suddenly, that kid who couldn't butter her own toast started being HELPFUL.
I learned that she really does know where the dishwasher is and, indeed, knows how to operate it. She cheerfully ran errands for me, kept the laundry going and even brought me coffee a few afternoons.
If I'd known moving away was going to have that effect on her, I'd have sent her to college years ago.
So anyway, I always welcome January and look forward to the clean slate that the New Year has to offer. That lasts about a minute, until I remember that January is typically cold and dreary, which causes me to instinctively want to slip into hibernation mode. The fireplace comes on, I sink into that indention on the couch and don't move until the first sign of spring.
Winter is just not my thing.
Another thing that happened is that I did not win the lottery. I'm really not a good lottery player, anyway. Buying a ticket involves a series of questions that I don't understand. I think what they're asking me is if I want to be merely rich, or filthy rich, but I'm not sure. Frankly, I'd be happy either way.
But I didn't win, and I must say I was surprised. I was feeling lucky.
Finally, a shout-out to my BFF who left us a year ago. I think of you every day and would give anything for another song with you. I sure miss you and still can't believe you're gone. That hippie retirement compound we were all going to live in just won't be the same without you and your '80s rock. I love you, honey.
And to my readers, thank you for your patience and support. I love you, too.