Saturday, December 20, 2014
Thursday, December 11, 2014
So lately my book club has been taking a bit of a walk on the wild side; no, we did not read “50 Shades of Grey”!!! At least I didn’t. But we have taken to, instead of hanging out at my house and drinking and barely discussing the book, going out to drink and really not discussing the book at all.
We are wild women, I’ll tell you what!
So our misadventures have taken us to not one but TWO local roadhouses in the past few months. Yeah, you read that right. Keeping in mind we live in New England and what passes here as a roadhouse would be beaten up and left at the side of the road for dead in Texas.
Anyhoo, we did our distant neighbors in the Lone Star state proud this past weekend, because a FIGHT broke out directly behind our table, where we were swilling drinks and like I mentioned, really not discussing our book at all. I don’t know the gory details, but I can tell you it started with a man and a woman, but then she huffed off and another man stepped in and before I knew it, the two fellows were scuffling on the floor, with butt-crack aplenty in view. Ah, Christmastime!!!
Is there anything quite like the holiday spirit(s)???
I am a woman who enjoys her wine. In fact, in addition to my book club, I actually formed a small but formidable organization called “The Wine Club” where we don’t feel the need to go through the hollow gesture of reading a book before we get together to drink.
As there is really a barely perceptible difference between me sober and me drunk (If you are not holding up your end of the conversation, I will always bulldoze right in and hold up both sides, just like a drunk person. I will ask highly personal questions and kind of put you on the spot about answering them, just like a drunk person. I will overshare, just like a...well you get it.) this may lead you to believe that drinking is really an unnecessary part of life for me. However, I would beg to differ.
To be fair, the wise stuff usually happens relatively early in the evening. But not always! There is something about having a drink (or 5) that allows us to let down our guard in a very profound way, and access our intuition most deeply. Now, ideally, we could all do this sober! And before anyone gets outraged, I realize that true alcoholism is a disease and not something to take lightly.
But hey, Jesus wept and he also drank. And he did not exactly discourage others from imbibing either, with his whole water-into-wine trick. So let’s not get hysterical about it.
It is a moment where we slow down, we take stock, we let down our crazy-ass guard for just a little while and appreciate. And btw, some people can do this with a cup of tea, God bless them!!! Someday that will be me, because tea is quite delicious. But for now, I am in(to) the holiday spirit(s). Without judgment, without rushing on to the next part of my life, I am enjoying the call to relax and breathe.
Now, back to the bar fight…watching those men roll around on the floor reminded me that it is possible to find joy in absolutely EVERYTHING, even a drunken brawl (no one was injured; it was over before it began, practically. No worries). It can be hard to remember, as Charles Dickens so brilliantly wrote in "A Christmas Carol", that we are all just “fellow passengers to the grave” and we should always try to open our “shut-up hearts freely” to one another.
Dickens (and I) believe that Christmas is the time of year when this becomes just a little easier for us all. But some days, the only thing standing between us and a “Bah, humbug” attitude is a glass of wine (or cup of tea, or piece of chocolate).
So let’s enjoy this holiday season. Let us heed the advice of Dickens’ ghosts and remember, “It is required of every man that the spirit within him should walk abroad among his fellow-men, and travel far and wide; and, if that spirit goes not forth in life, it is condemned to do so after death.” Go on; let your holiday spirit(s) roam! We will all be so grateful if you do…
In a please drink responsibly kind of way, of course.
Wednesday, December 3, 2014
I had a conversation with my stepdaughter, who is enlisted military. Something she told me I just can’t get out of
my head: that she has been told she was
“selfish” to join the armed forces. SELFISH to enlist. The main rationale for this criticism, as far
as I can tell, is that she is a MOTHER.
And enlisted military are sometimes required to LEAVE TOWN. Did you know that? That our soldiers can’t just sit around
hometown USA and collect a paycheck?
This gave me a big old brain hole where I am trying to comprehend the
reasoning. She is divorced, with a 50/50
custody arrangement. Which according to
some people is also SELFISH. So let’s try to figure out why a woman who
wants to serve her country and doesn’t provide 24/7, 365 childcare is somehow
“selfish”, shall we???