Holiday Travel...

Is there any other holiday that has as much time travel involved as Christmas?

It's so steeped in traditions that it can't really help itself. And not just individual traditions but "Hey MY family does that too!" traditions. We can't really help but take the trip down memory lane every year.

Christmas growing up was a big deal. Religious family so yeah...

I can remember Christmas Eve Candlelight services and how exciting it was to be old enough to FINALLY hold a candle during the closing song. Not to mention how cool it was to stay up until midnight. And beyond. Because after services we would go home and have eggnog and cheese and crackers. My mother had these fancy crystal dishes where the cup had a compartment and there were individual squares to put each treat. I loved them.

I remember the year I announced that Santa had the same wrapping paper as we did and my parents took that as their cue that the jig was up and I knew the secret.

I didn't, by the way, I just thought it was cool he had the same wrapping paper that we did. But the jig was up anyway...

I can remember waiting for AGES for John and Ann to finally get to the house so we could open presents. I can remember the first year we did the White Elephant exchange and some of the hilarious gifts we got through that. And the year Denny kept telling people they really did want his "art" where he had nailed walnut shells to a log and put googly eyes on them. I think Jeff ended up stuck with it which we all thought was so funny, until Denny cracked open the shells and there was money in each of them!

Then there are the decorations that went up every year. The nativity set that had the angel you hung from the barn roof that I would fly all over the house. The old glass balls that came from Grandma and Grandpa's tree that Mom took when Grandpa died. The angel that always went on top. She had a staff that she held (I think it was supposed to be the STAR) and so in my mind I always kind of put her and Glenda together into one beautiful being.

Funny thing, in October when we were home for the funeral David brought out the angel. She was not as large, nor a beautiful as I remembered her to be. I think I will stick with the image in my mind.  That's the beautiful thing about time travel, you can mold it to your preferences.

Then, of course, there are the holidays after Brent and I got married. Calling home on Christmas day and having the phone passed around from person to person. Can I just say how much I hated that? It was always so awkward. "here talk to your sister!" Umm...they want to be playing games or eating or unwrapping gifts and I just want to get off the phone. But okay... I figured out how to time the call to BEFORE the whole family was together so I could just talk to Mom and Dad. Then eventually over the past few years Mom would call sometime in December and we would skip the Christmas day requirement all together.

And then when Christopher came along? Well those Christmas memories are wonderful. There was the year he was 3 and every time he would unwrap something he would announce "It's just what I always wanted!" and then move to the next, "It's just what I always wanted!"

There were the years we were back in Albuquerque and fitting in both families and two jobs and a toddler and rushing from holiday event to holiday event and....

Thank goodness we moved. I mean, it's fun to have a big family at Christmas and play games and eat so much you're going to burst, but...

I love my small family and our small traditions. Going to the movies. Eating fish on Christmas eve. And now picking out our own candy for our own stockings. I like that it's quiet and calm and we just enjoy being together. And of course we eat so much we feel like we could burst.

But part of what makes those traditions so lovely is the time travel that comes with them. The dozens of times we've watched the same Christmas movies, the times we've hung the same decorations. The jokes we've told, the songs we've sung, the places we've gone. And the people we went there with.

This year I have a few friends who are experiencing the first Christmas after losing someone. Parents. In-laws. Sons. Daughters. Spouses. It's hard. I know. And my wish for all of them is that they find some comfort in the time travel this year and know that eventually it will be sweeter, less sad.

Merry Christmas Eve to you all. I hope you enjoy your time travel over the next few days and that the return to the present is lovely and warm and you make some fabulous new memories to visit in a few years.

Raise 'Em Up....

Saturday morning I told Brent that I had a revelation this weekend: talking to Christopher about politics and life philosophy and I realized that he functioned from a moral center that was pretty close to the same as mine was growing up.

Which shouldn't seem odd, he is my child after all, but I grew up in the church and the morals were dictated from "On High" and he was raised without any religion at all.

Then I realized that though I abandoned the church, I didn't abandon the morals. Unlike a lot of Evangelicals that seemed to have stayed with the church and abandoned their morals.

So Brent and I raised Christopher with that same center of "right." If you have more you should give more. If you see someone that needs your help, you should help them. If someone is hungry you feed them. If they are naked you clothe them. You know, the basics. We just did it with the belief system of this is the right thing to do, not do this or you will get punished by GOD!

Humanists label it good without god.

We just called it being a decent person.

When we talk about politics and beliefs Brent and I usually say that he's more liberal than we are. He way more liberal than Brent and a little more liberal than I am. His philosophies would be considered far left. But after my revelation on Saturday I really paid attention the next time we talked political policy and I realized that he's radical alright, he's radically kind.

Now, yes, you have to get past the language (if you aren't me) and realize that there are perfectly kind people who say things like "fuck that guy" but when you break down what he wants (what most of these kids today who are considered radical want) it's basic human decency.

I saw something the other day that struck me and I wish I would have saved it so I could get the wording right but it was basically: You call me radical for wanting to tax the rich. But all I want is the homeless housed, the hungry fed, the sick to have health care and an opportunity for a better life for everyone and for the rich to be a little less rich. I thought, yep. That's really it. It's the basic "How much do you need?" argument. And there are those that fall on the side of "As much as I can get." and those that don't.

I don't have an issue (and neither does Christopher) with millionaires. With people having a lot of money. But...billionaires? Really? That seems like a failure in the system. A hoarding reward. That money should be taxed more heavily. And guess what? They would still be fantastically wealthy. The difference would be that someone else wouldn't starve.

We have this really fucked up idea that there isn't enough in the world and we need to get ours before the other guy. But there is a lot. Plenty really. If we just stepped back and looked at the distribution again.

Conservatives love to quote Thatcher that the problem with spending other people's money is that eventually you run out.

But do you? It's such a weird way to view a resource that is constantly renewing itself.

I mean, be honest here. Do you think Jeff Bezos would be any worse off if he had less than he has now? Even if it were a significant amount less. He'd still be almost unimaginably rich. He just went through a divorce and they split the assets and he's still fabulously wealthy.

And we have a failing infrastructure and kids who won't eat because school is on break so the cafeteria is closed and someone who is about to get a health diagnosis that will bankrupt their family.

And if I tell you that we need a progressive tax that is ironclad and doesn't have loopholes so the rich actually pay their share and business actually pay ANY taxes you would say I was a socialist and how dare I?

And yes, there are billionaires who set up charitable foundations and give huge chunks of their money away and that's great. But...

There are huge tax breaks for doing that. So they end up making money while doing it. Which is great business sense. But it's still not really solving all of the problems that could be solved with a little more focused spending.

And they could still do that if they were paying their share of taxes as well. There is nothing that would prevent them from setting up foundations and focusing on their pet projects. But if there wasn't the giant tax break, would they?

Good without a tax break?

I'm not sure that the ideas of these kids today will catch on. I hope they do. I hope that there is a moment that happens where people look at the income disparity and realize that it's too much. I hope that there is a time when people realize that no matter what your zip code is we shouldn't say you get to starve. I hope that someday we all realize that there is enough in the world for everyone, we just need to spread it out a little better.

Good without god.
Wealth without hoarding.
Do the most with what you have.
Do the best for others as well as for yourself.

Call me a radical.

Where's the Story?

So this morning I was thinking about writing and I was trying to figure out where my Christmas story was. December is often a pretty good spot for me for a themed story. It's kind of a story telling month really. And I've written stories (yes, these will all be links, knock yourself out) about believing in Santa, the companion piece to that about having Santa as your higher power, one more in this series about what happened next. I've written dark Christmas stories, and a piece about Krampus with a companion piece about Santa, and then last year was the series that started on Halloween and took a turn at Christmas from what I thought I was writing about. 

See? That's a pretty good list there. Lots of things. But this year I just haven't had anything and I couldn't figure out why.

So today I took the old fashioned story generator idea out and cleaned house. Dusting, mopping, all the really tedious things that let your mind wander until it finds an idea and I thought about...

2020. How that's going to go. Having a year without goals, will it be okay? Am I really worried about it? Am I not? I have some ideas of things I am going to do, but that's not the same as a goal right? Mapping out where I want to be at the end of the year isn't the same as setting number targets, right? Hmmm....

I thought about the next week, it's Christmas you know, and what I still needed to get done. I told Brent this morning that I'm not really sweating it at all. I mean we have our holiday pared down to just the barest of traditions so there isn't much to worry about. But the fact that I'm totally relaxed probably means I'm forgetting something right? I needed to make a grocery list, settling on the Christmas Eve movie, wrap one last gift when it shows up, pick up Christopher at the airport, hit the mall for stocking stuff. I mean there is stuff to do, but I'm not behind at all so I think it's okay.

I thought about the gym. I haven't been since I got sick and let me tell you, I was working up a sweat cleaning house today. Definitely need to get back. Just a few weeks off (even for a good reason) wrecks your system. Then I thought more about 2020 and if there was a goal...and I stopped myself. Nope.

I thought about the books I am currently reading. One of them is one of those books that gets recommended to you all of the time. The book was highly rated, it was turned into a movie that was highly rated, there is FINALLY a sequel book that people are so excited about and so I put it on hold at the library and 3 months later it's here and I've started it and...well.

I'm not sure if I'm too old for it, the main character is 17 and it's a romance story between him and a 24 year old, and all I can think is that at 17 and 24 that's a really important 7 years. Even if it was 20 and 27 it would be bordering on well...but not as solidly not okay as this. But I'm trying. Maybe I'm being too harsh. I dated a 21 year old when I was 15 so it's pretty much the same. Though I have no fucking clue why my parents let that happen, that's a big age gap at that age...anyway...

And the other book I'm reading is by an author I generally love. He's a humorist and his stuff is just great. This is...well...it's long. That's what I've come up with so far.

But I don't want to abandon either book just yet. I'd like to finish them out this year though so I can start clean with something fun in 2020.

Which pretty soon I'll have to decide what to do about the Goodreads reading challenge. I don't want to leave it blank because I know that it will drive me crazy to have a blank year. It already makes me crazy to have two blank years at the beginning of the list before I realized it was a thing they did, or used Goodreads enough, or something. Either way there are two years listed as just the years while the others all have ornate COMPLETED badges. So yeah, I need to plug in a number there but not one that I will have any trouble reaching because no goals, but still not too low because it will look weird. And...

Still no story idea.

So I gave up. If I get an idea I'll write it. If not I'll just not have a fiction piece this December and that's okay too.

And then the little voice in the back of my head spoke up and said, "You already wrote a short piece this December, don't you remember?"

And the bigger voice in the front said, "Clearly not or I wouldn't have spent so much time thinking about it today."

And the little voice said, "Well yeah, you did it a few weeks ago. It's short, all dialog, whiskers on kittens..."

Ha! Well there you go.

Christmas is done man....

Gotcha!

I have to take it as a compliment when someone tries to get me with an ah ha! statement. You know the ones where they think they've got you backed into a corner and have now proven that you are not as smart as you think you are! Ah ha! Gotcha!

Okay? Good for you. You've proved...something?

Now, I will admit, I'm pretty damn smart. I just am. That's a fact. I read a ton. I ask questions. I study things that I find interesting. It's just the way I am. But I'm not the smartest person in the world. Hell, I'm not the smartest person in my house and when Christopher comes home tomorrow I'll move another spot down the list.

And trust me when I tell you that there isn't much more humbling than discovering your space on the list is below your middle schooler...okay fine....elementary schooler. He's really smart. Just is. I beat him with experience and a broader world view so I can (sometimes) get that massive intellect to view things differently. But just flat out smarts? He's got more than me.

As far as the other person in my house above me on the list? Well to be fair, there are multiple lists and sometimes I'm higher than he is and sometimes he's higher than I am. Overall I give it to him though. But he will tell you that I'm smarter than he is, and pretty too.

See how smart he is?

Even growing up I wasn't the smartest of the siblings. That's my brother. He's really smart.

Not being the smartest person in the room isn't new to me. And I don't think I am. So when you get me! I'm left a little puzzled at your effort. So I've decided to take it as a compliment. That maybe I am the smartest person you know and so by knocking me down a few pegs you can feel smarter, just for a moment, and hold that in your heart as a shining nugget of joy.

Or something.

So here is the latest one and I'll let you see how they got me! and how I feel about it. Spoiler alert...I don't think I was gotten, not even a little.

My vote blue no matter who stance was called out as hypocritical because I rail against people who vote party line. And I especially have issue with Republicans who voted for Trump because of the R.

But here is my reasoning as to why it's not the same. Or at least not hypocritical. At least in my view.

I am not voting straight up Democrat because I think the Democrats are always right. I'm saying for this election, this cycle, this time the way to get Trump out of office is to vote him out. And because we have a two party system the ONLY way to do that is to vote against him. I would LOVE to have that person be someone that I'm excited about voting for. I will be THRILLED if that is the case. But it doesn't matter because the important thing to me is that he is not re-elected.

I'm being very upfront about it. I'm not hiding it. Which is also where I will stand and differentiate myself from what I have criticized.

In the run up to 2016 I had family members who went from saying that they could NEVER vote for Trump because of (take your pick of moral failings) who right after the election were talking about thanking god he was elected. So you know...they could never say out loud to me that they were voting for him, and in fact said they weren't because they were ashamed.

I had friends who after the Access Hollywood tape came out could NEVER vote for Trump because they have women in their lives and they see how he is. Which, let me just say if you have to equate it to your mother, daughter, sister, wife, to understand that grabbing someone by the pussy without their consent is bad then you have another issue to deal with. You shouldn't have to have a personal attachment to have empathy. Anway... They could NEVER vote for Trump right up until they did. And then bragged about it after the win. Again. Ashamed to tell me because they KNOW it's abhorrent but then cool because he won.

I'm not at all ashamed to tell you I will vote for whatever Democratic candidate gets that nomination because Trump needs to go. I'm not voting for someone in spite of the fact that they are misogynistic, in spite of the hugely racist fan base, in spite of the broken morals. Because that's what everyone who voted for Trump because of "economic issues" did. They said, yeah but that shit doesn't matter to me.

It fucking matters to me.

So I'm voting blue no matter who.

I want him out of office.

Then we can go back to talking about how the two party system is bunk and we should look at rank choice voting and getting a wider representation available.

Sorry to take away your gotcha moment. But if you read this and send me all of the edits for poor spelling and grammar you can have that moment. I'll even act like I'm embarassed about it.

Impeach Me? Impeach You!!

So I've tried a couple of times today to tune in and listen to the final arguments on the House floor before the impeachment vote.

And I just can't with it...

So far the Republicans have compared the whole situation to the Salem witch trials, BUT WORSE, like Pearl Harbor, BUT WORSE, like secret Soviet trials, BUT WORSE, like Jesus, BUT WORSE and the Democrats have tried to appeal to the Republicans sense of duty to the country but you know worse?

It's awful. It's just speeches and soundbites and future political ads and "hey, Spike, don't give me a bad nickname, look how LOYAL I am!" and...ugh.

We all know how it's going to go. The House will impeach; the Senate will not remove him, he will claim total vindication and the poll numbers will...well...stay the same.

We all know what we think.

Me? I read the Mueller Report. He should have been impeached for that. But there wasn't the political will to do it. It was all too complicated. People would have had to have things explained. It was too hard... Then the whistleblower came forward and Trump handily provided all of the backup to the claim and that was that. You can't really ignore it when he claims it. No matter how often he says it was perfect! and there was nothing wrong! and many people are saying it was the best phone call he's ever made...

So really simple charge. Really simple concept. Really no way for Pelosi not to follow through. And no matter how often Republicans will try to tell you that she's just been dying to do this, she really would have liked to not. It's a political crapshoot as to how it will affect the next election and the one thing we cannot afford is a crapshoot.

But no matter the fact that we all know how this particular chapter ends (impeached, not removed) I do not hold truck with the people who say it was a waste of time. Just because the Republicans won't ever consider holding him accountable doesn't mean he shouldn't be. There has to be at least some sort of question in his head about what he will be able to get away with. There has to be someone who is willing to say, no. And you can tell from his six (SIX!) page diatribe to Speak Pelosi last night that he's not used to being told no.

He's on his way to a rally in Michigan right now where he will claim it's unfair and they are just so mean. He will say you can't impeach a president who was voted for by 63 million people (ignoring that you can ONLY impeach a president who was elected, that's how it works, and ignoring that he got fewer votes than his opponent so it's not really the will of the majority that he is there in the first place). He will say that it's a witch hunt. So many witches in his coven serving jail time already.  He will insult Speaker Pelosi and any number of other Democratic leaders who have spoken against him. All while claiming his persecution.

It's all too much.

So yeah, I tried to watch but I just can't. This might be the presidency that finally broke me of my joy in witnessing history and following politics. There is no joy here. Just disgust.

And that faint ray of hope that We The People will vote his ass out in November.

Truth...Sort Of...

Never let the facts get in the way of a good story.

That's a bit of advice from my dad.

And since I write fiction I would say I've taken that to heart.

But how much truth do you need? Do you need to know right up front when someone is telling you a story that it's a story, not exactly word for word truth?

I don't.

Again, back to my dad.

One of his greatest story telling gifts was to suck you in to a joke. He would tell these long jokes that you would just think were a "hey, this happened to me today" story right up until he hit the punchline. And no matter how often he did it, you fell for it. Honestly, I was raised by the man and he'd still sucker me in. He was a really gifted storyteller. You just believed what he was saying. And the payoff, for me, was totally worth it.

Last night Brent and I saw Storm Large doing her Holiday Ordeal show. We've seen it live once before and on a recording once when the snow kept us from going. The show changes some each time, the music she performs, the guests she has sing with her, the stories she tells. But it's always really good. And it's always a message of hope and love and being the light in the darkness for people around you. I love it. I cry each time I see her perform anyway, and when she's telling great stories I get the big fat tears. Love. It.

But I don't think they are all true stories. Like verifiable facts. I think they are true stories like this message is truth and hold that in your heart. But the facts? Don't let those get in the way of a good story.

But I wondered last night how other people would feel if they thought one of the really heartwarming stories she told wasn't exactly true to life and more true to love. And even if there were people who thought it was a true story and never even questioned it. Which totally could be. I have a pretty highly tuned bullshit meter. Not for my dad, but for everyone else.

You see the debate this time of year now a lot. Should you tell your kids the Santa story or should you not? We were a Santa house. Hell we still are a Santa house. There is a part of me that REALLY wants to believe in that magic and so I do. Not the gift under the tree part, but the feel of it. The thought of it. The truth of the love if not the truth of the life. So we did the Santa thing. And probably were able to hold it for Christopher for longer than most. It helps if your mother believes as well. But we also taught him not to lie to us and that if he did he'd get in big trouble, mister.

Which is where a lot of people get tripped up. Aren't we lying to our kids? Teaching our kids that it's okay to lie by our example instead of that it's not? And are we breaking their trust in us for other things by doing this story?

Maybe.

I mean I hope not. I hope everyone handles it in just the right way where when their kids figure out their truth of it they can show how it weaves into the whole story of the season and makes it much more magical, like living in a book. But maybe it does. And maybe it depends on the kid and the family and how it's all done. And I don't really know.  I choose to believe that I didn't damage my kid by passing along the Santa tradition. And since he's still talking to me I'm going to go with that.

So anyway...thinking about truth and stories.

I am fine with not letting the facts get in the way of a good story. If you are telling me a story. A punchline or a feel good pay off included.

But I can't stand being lied to.

And there is a real difference there.

And I can't stand when people lie about bullshit things that are super easy to check.

And I can't stand when they repeat the lies enough that people think those lies are now the truth.

And I really don't understand people who know they are lies, know the truth is a foreign concept and will still vote for the jerk...

As an example...

But even not on that scale, there is a difference between a lie and story. I just wonder if it's the same line for for everyone else?

Soup for Thought...

Who do you think was the first person to try soup?

Do you think it was cold soup first and then hot? Like originally it was just the juices from eating were left and someone slurped those up and thought, hey now, this isn't half bad.

Cooked food in and of itself is always interesting to think about. Like did it happen by accident? After a fire people found animals that had burnt and decided to try eating them? So maybe hot soup was the same way. Cleaning vegetables or cooking meat and then discovering the broth was tasty so maybe do it on purpose. Or figuring out that boiling the skins made them more pliable but hey, that smells good now so...

Who knows.

Soup.

So yeah, I've been eating a LOT of soup this week. Happens when you are sick. Soup is manageable. It's warm so it feels good on a sore throat. If you have some already made or in a can it's easy. Campbell's Well Yes! canned soup doesn't have added sugar so I've been using that. The chicken noodle and chicken and rice are super bland so you'll need hot sauce, but the tomato versions are good and the beef with black barley is really tasty.

A lot of soup.

My sister and I figured out that soup is a mourning food for both of us as well. I think because when you are grieving everything seems like too much work. Even chewing. So soup gets nutrients in you without the work.

In the next week or so I will make green chile stew because it's the right time of year for it. So soup is good for sick, mourning and tradition. And when you are chilled and can't get warm. A hug from the inside, wasn't that someone's advertising slogan?

Soup.

OH my god guys I'm so bored...I've been being good all week trying to kick this cold just taking it easy and resting (though to be fair on Tuesday my fever was high enough that I couldn't have done anything even if I wanted to). I'm almost better. Like it's in striking distance. I made the call this morning not to go to the hockey game tonight just to be safe and now I'm like WHY?? Why did you decide that? You could have promised not to yell or cheer instead...

Which, of course, wouldn't have worked. Brent couldn't help but yell last week even though each time he yelled he coughed. But sometimes THE FOUL HAPPENED RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU! HOW COULD YOU NOT SEE IT? so you know...you have to.

But tomorrow we have hair appointments and pedicures and I want to be super healthy for those so today I am kicking the last of this to the curb so no relapse overnight.

BUT I AM SO BORED I'M CONTEMPLATING SOUP!

Like deep thoughts about the things that would have to come first, using fire, obviously, dishes, like pots that could withstand heat, and then the aforementioned who even thought about it? Add water to your meat and then eat.

I can't even imagine what a house would look like if we knocked down a wall, let alone imagine a whole new cooking method. Or, you know, just cooking.

Someone figured that out.

I bet they had a cold at the time and were stuck back at the cave while everyone else was off doing fun stuff so they just started lighting things on fire...

I mean, no, that's not what you do when you are bored. That would be a bad idea.

You just sit around and think about soup...

*sigh*