Monday, December 26, 2005

my kind of Christmas

No plans had been made. Whirling freely requires a strict lack of scheduling. Think about it, how many people do you know who had NO PLANS for this granddaddy of all holidays?

The Child sleeps in until 8:30 am, having stayed up until 3 am with me while I attempted to fix a computer problem. He runs into the living room to find his Corkscrew Canyon, yo-yo, 3 books, lollipops and Boggle game. He seems satisfied and refrains from his annual questioning regarding the existence of Santa Clause.

The day is mild for December and somewhat rainy. The Child wants to go outside to shoot off rockets (last year's Christmas gift) and explore the park outside of our house. The rain morphs into a foggy mist. We walk for a long time, ending up at a lake with some melting ice to temp our fates with. We prevail.

Back at home I feast on key lime cookies and exquisite chocolates, a gift from friend Joe, and spicy cashews, a gift from friend Steve. The Child, who doesn't eat, builds Corkscrew Canyon free-form (directions be damned). I think about whether or not there is anything I HAVE to do this day in order to be at peace, and I decide that that would be calling my Father in NY. We are not close, never have been, but something compells me.

I call, we make small talk, he puts his wife on the phone, she rambles about her childhood, she rambles about her remarkable adult children, I listen without judgment as I have learned to do, I talk to him again, he says he is having surgery on his eyelid January 18, I say have a nice Christmas, we hang up.

I am off the hook.

I remember that friends Doug and Cathy have sent gifts. I haul them out of their hiding place and alert the Child. He is ecstatic at the prospect of continued gift opening. He rips open his box to find a racing computer game, hoots with glee, and starts playing it.

I open mine. It is Divine Chuckles Life from a Higher Perspective by Lin Martin, forward by Kevin Ryerson. Suffice it to say that this is the PERFECT gift for me in that it is a book, and I have had personal contact with both Lin Martin and Kevin Ryerson. I am ecstatic.

The Child wants to go outside for another walk. This is remarkable. I never knew my Child could be so wholesome.

The Child finally decides, following our second long walk, that he is hungry. I offer to take him to a Chinese buffet, a trick I learned years ago from friend Doug. The Chinese have no reason to shut down on Christmas. I had not planned for the Holiday, as you may recall, so I had no food in the house beyond key lime cookies, chocolates and cashews.

We try a new Chinese buffet restaurant near out house. It looks impressive, but the food sucks. Even whirlingbetty can't eat it. This quality of food, however, often mysteriously appeals to kids. The Child fills his plate several times until I put the kibash on it. Embarrassed to waste food, I end up stuffing my pockets with chicken pillows for the Chihuahua. As we exit the restaurant, fellow diners stare at the noticeable grease stains bulging out of the sides of my hot pink down jacket.

Friend David had invited us to stop by. We do. Friends Robert and Joe are there. They cook. I sit. Robert and the Child play Boggle. We eat a meal which includes two desserts: kugel and apple pie. Robert entertains the Child, mercifully, while David , Joe and I go out for a walk. We watch a DVD: The Triplets of Bellville. We leave.

Back home, the Child goes to bed without complaint. I stay up to watch a taped episode of my favorite soap opera.

This was the IDEAL whirlingbetty Christmas.







25 comments:

garnet david said...

I have a big smile on my face, the kind which is on the verge of happy tears, with a lump beginning in my throat. I'm happy and happy for you.

It was also my kind of Xmas. I was surrounded by my three best friends in the whole world and I didn't feel any pressure to do any particular thing, which is unheard of for me.

Whirrling Betty was hilarious, even sidesplittingly funny last night, repeately. Thank you.

love,
Garnet David

Infinitegtr said...

Christmas eve, one hour of sleep after building train table, trains, emergency run to albuterol to nephew at 3:00 a.m., another two hours figuring out daughter's iPod, and loading it with MY music (revenge is sweet), then hopped on plane to Albuquerque to pick her up for half a day.
All I want for Christmas is a good night's sleep...
www.formerlyliving.blogspot.com

Kelley Bell said...

Im glad that you had a perfectwhirlingxmas Betty.

Your post is what gave me the energy to write mine.

Thanks for the inspiration my friend.

Betty said...

Garnet,
Whirling does have its benefits, for sure, especially on major holidays. You're pretty good at it yourself.

Betty said...

infinitegtr,
Whew! I hope you're well-rested by now...

Betty said...

Kelley,
I'm honored, and glad you were able to muster the energy to post!

Michelle said...

Sounds like you had a great day! :) Happy Holidays!

Shankari said...

Ours was great too! With tinsel and silver(as in a Silver oak tree!) and the Chamber of Secrets on TV. So good that we didnt need to wait for Dumbledore to tell us to let the feast begin!
Great to hear that you and David had a good time!

Betty said...

Hi Michelle- glad to meet you! Happy Holidays to you.

Betty said...

Shankari,
You know, it's actually rare in my experience to hear of anyone having a great holiday! I'm glad you did, too.

Mr. Matt said...

I know a bunch of people in the military that had no plans or just treated it as a regular work day :(

Ms Bees Knees said...

what? no pot smoking!? no john lennon? ::smirk:: sounds like a wonderful day! happy holidays ms whirling!

Just Expressing Myself said...

I can just see you with your bulging pockets - LOL - what a visual.

I found you on BlogExplosion

Betty said...

Mr. Matt,
Yep, I can imagine that being in the military changes everything, from everyday life to holiday celebration. thanks for stopping by.

Betty said...

ms bees knees,
I can't wait to hear about your holiday!

Betty said...

Just Expressing,
It really was quite embarrassing. Next time I'm going to have to set some rules before entering the all-you-can-eat buffet!

Sideways Chica said...

Dear Betty...sounds ideal. So glad you abd the child had a wonderful Christmas.

Here's to greasy pockets.

Teri

Wally Banners said...

Happy New Year Betty!

Betty said...

Teri,
I learned 2 things from the greasy pockets: lay out the ground rules before entering the all-you-can-eat buffet with the child next time, and beware of the Chihuahua's digestive tract which proved too delicate for greasy Chinese chicken pillows.

Looking forward to your post Friday!

Ciao,
Betty

Betty said...

Wally,
Cute animation! Thanks for dropping by.

Sideways Chica said...

Betty...don't Chihuahua's eat Taco Bell? Chalupas anyone? I would think that greasy Chinese chicken pillows would be fair game. Guess I would have greasy pockets too.

See you tomorrow...

Teri
www.herestohappywomen.blogspot.com

ME Strauss said...

That sounds like a perfect Liz kind of Christmas too. Keep Whirling Betty the world needs more just like you.

Betty said...

Teri,
You should see the reaction when we show up at the Taco Bell drive through! It's true- Chihuahuas are very fond of every coming out of Taco Bell except the lettuce and tomatoes.

Betty said...

Thank you Liz! It's great to hear that instead of "Your're crazy!"!!!

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