cutting, pinning, and transforming two tops into one; I couldn't bear the thought
of banishing them to the Goodwill box. I know; an odd Christmas day activity,
but it's just the two of us, and it was a temporary distraction.
All of a sudden I was 8 or 9 again, and in BIG trouble... along with my younger sister.
Santa had brought a metal refrigerator and stove set for us, but we had been found
(soon afterwards) arguing over an empty cardboard oatmeal box. It was both
embarrassing and humiliating to be chastised for not appreciating what
Santa had brought; but Denyse and I had our own opinions concerning toy hierarchy,
and in our minds, oatmeal boxes far outweighed metal stove and refrigerator sets.
Quite frankly, we would have happily made our own out of discarded
cardboard boxes and tin cans. I can picture us planning and executing
both over a period of days and carefully making all the items to go inside.
Greg and I keep gifts pretty simple. When asked by the other about gift wishes,
we each reply, "I don't really need anything," more often than not;
or we ask for something not considered a PC spouse gift.
I did this in my first marriage as well, thinking a request for an electric palm sander
would be appreciated more than one for expensive jewelry, but that was not the case.
In the movie Phenomenon, Doc Brunder (Robert Duvall) lit into one of
George Malley's (John Travolta) friends when he criticized George for
buying all of Lace's (Kyra Sedgewick) handcrafted chairs...
"Every woman has her chair, something she needs to put herself into, Banes.
You ever figure out what Lisa's chairs were and buy 'em?"
Phenomenon was released in 1996 while I was in the process of a divorce. I
remember sobbing in that movie after hearing that line. Unexpectedly, three years
later I met a man who recognized not only what my chairs were, but that they were
accompanied by rocks, sticks, fabric scraps, things with compartments, oatmeal boxes, etc.
quiet, traditional Christmas breakfast, it was okay for me to slip into 'my chair'-mode
with scissors, pins, and two tops that have second lives ahead of them.
And I could do so without any fear of repercussion.
As we walked the other day, he patiently waited for me as I stopped to take photos.
Paint marks on the sidewalk...
(he does have an "okay, that's enough" point, as illustrated in the third photo below).
reminded me of this video favorite and the fact that my best Christmas gift
is the very fortunate privilege of spending it with him.
(I can't help but see a speech bubble over the head of the
puddle splasher's best friend, with "You're gonna get hurt" inside it.)
Happy New Year, everyone!!