Charlie Brown is great.
Not much to say about December so far except that its been pretty delightful. I believe that God has given me a more acute awareness of the seasons this year than usual. For example, I had two falls. We went up to Quebec in the beginning of October on their harvest weekend, unbeknownst to us, and their leaves were already a blaze full of color. Then we drove back down the east coast, the leaves turned green. Two weeks later, it happened all over again. I could feel it coming.
This December, I could feel the cold creeping in like light underneath a door. We had our first snow last week. It was just a dusting, but it ushered winter in all the same. I love walking outside, especially during the very first snow, and remembering all of the times I’ve spent in snow in the past. I remember wrecking myself on a sled against my neighbors dog-fence when I was twelve, I remember pushing up against the kitchen window the one Christmas we actually had snow to watch it pile up in our driveway, I remember flipping through the news channels waiting for our school’s name come across the screen, and I remember some things that I also don’t want to remember about snow. That’s how memories go I guess. The snow is going to remind you of all of it, good or bad.
And then there’s the Christmas music. The memory flood gate is opened with this one. There are certain songs that remind me of driving around town on one of those cold but completely sunny Christmas shopping days, stuck in traffic, stressing out that I won’t get to the mall in time to buy whatever it was at the time. There are songs that remind me of all of the birthday parties I’ve had in the past- sleepovers when I was eight, the surprise party when I was 16, going to the move theater to see the seasonal family-Christmas movie with a full row of friends, Chuckee-Cheese when I was 21, and then all of the nights spent on the tacky lights tours. There are songs that remind me of my mom baking cookies in the kitchen, songs that remind me of opening gifts on Christmas morning, songs that remind me of sitting in a dark living room and watching the colored patterns on the ceiling from the tree. And part of Christmas is going to all of those really drawn-out events like Pageants or neighborhood Christmas parties – you are itching in your sweater, drinking nog (except if you’re in church), looking at your watch wondering when it will be over. There are songs that remind me of these too, and what would Christmas be without them?
For that matter, what would life be without memories? Picture that for a second. You might be horrified just like I was.
Not much is going on this December:
- Student teaching is so over. I am substituting instead
- Everyone else is stressing out about exams (heh.)
- Lighting of the Lawn was nice
- Christmas candles are a must
- Sufjan’s Christmas album
- I had a soiree up here the other night, complete with champagne punch
- Trying to run, trying to read
Oh man, I think that I’ve written my first boring post in a long time. My sincerest apologies.