on the jukebox: “Heartburn” by Alicia Keys
My domain is now up, but all you get are the admin pages so far. I’m really getting frustrated with all this down time. And isn’t it already the 24th in Australia? Are they really still working on this? GRRRR!
EIGHT EIGHT SEVEN SEVEN…
I told bail boy about the dream. He was like, “What?” I explained the dream as simply as possible. He said it’s not good to dream about work. I agreed. But it’s better than dreaming about popcorn, I said. I told him about how I used to dream about the movie theatre.
I stopped by his desk later and we chit chatted. He’s growin his hair out on the top (he’s got the very close buzz). He wants a mohawk. YE GODS! Can we say wild child? We exchanged first names, even though he doesn’t like using first names at work. “The uniform,” he said. Understood.
I don’t know why I talk to him. From my desk, I can hear him and he says the funniest things. I think I just like having someone new in the office. It won’t last long, I’m sure…
‘TIS THE SEASON…
Sometimes I just don’t understand how bad things can happen to good people. Everytime I see my friend, I’m glad that she’s okay, but I hurt for the pain that I know she’s going through. I hope she stays strong, even though I don’t have the words to comfort her. I know she’s going to be in a total funk for a long time, but I want to see her smile again. It’s just so hard. And I wish I could do more.
Is it enough to pray for her and her family? I hope she knows that she can talk to me if she needs to.
AND WHAT DOES CHRISTMAS MEAN TO ME?
When I was growing up, Christmas Eve was family time. My grandfather was born on the 24th of December, so it inevitably turned into celebrating his birthday as well as the holiday. And that was fine. My father is the youngest of six and I have 14 cousins older than me, so the family get togethers were big! They got bigger as the families grew, but we all managed to stay together until my grandfather died in 1990. After that, the parties became few and far between. Now I’m lucky to see my extended family once a year. And it makes me a little sad.
I remember one Christmas, sometime in the early 80s, when we were all gathered at my uncle’s house. My cousins, sister, and I all hung out because we are close in age and Christmas was no different. That Christmas was eating, hanging out, singing carols, laughing and all the good stuff. I remember sitting at the top of the stairs with my sister and cousins, the rest of the family spread out below us. And I knew that in that moment, we had something special. Something perfect.
Christmas is the time to savor the moment with family and friends. Hopefully it’s about good times. At the very least, it’s a break from life’s grind.
