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When I was a kid, I clearly recall that we didn’t hear a peep about Christmas until Santa Claus cruised down Broadway as the finale in the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade. Every year, it was an exciting moment. After Santa … Continue reading
I like things neat and tidy. In my space, my relationships, and my communications. I need order to thrive. A teacher once explained, “To you, order is holy. It’s literally holy order.” This revelation banged like a gong of … Continue reading
It should really come as no surprise that It’s a Wonderful Life is not only my favorite holiday movie, but one of my favorite movies of all time. The story of the utterly decent George Bailey and his delayed dreams … Continue reading
Our son Henry is a joyful boy. He’s been known to sail through the house saying, “I’m expressing my joy!” Like all kids, he has been excited for Christmas weeks. His joy factor is even more elevated. He’s turning ten years-old on January 6th. He is on the delicate cusp of leaving the tender parts of childhood permanently behind in the coming years. He hasn’t asked me if Santa is real or not, though I have suspected he might have some suspicions, considering he’s a 4th grader now. However, if he does, he hasn’t let on to any of us. Continue reading
Last winter, right before Christmas, I was trying to soothe my frozen shoulder (another story) with an Epsom salt bath. When the tub drained in our second floor bathroom, the tub in the first floor bathroom filled with water.
“Must be the salts,” I thought.
We called the plumber who performed a thorough diagnostic. He had “bad news.”
Water was backing up into the house from our sewer line connecting us to the street — meaning our sewer line is collapsed. The water has no where to go, so it backs up into the lowest point in the house.
As far as I was concerned, the fact that it was only water backing up into the tub — and not sewage — was really pretty awesome.
Yes, we had a problem. Yes, it was going to be expensive to fix, but I was very grateful for what wasn’t happening … a veritable indoor shit storm at Christmas. Continue reading