Sunday, December 31, 2006

Joyeux Noel, in retrospect

I have not been quiet this week because I had a depressing Christmas. I actually had a good Christmas Day. Meg called around 8:30 AM-they had been up for at least an hour with the baby by then-and came to get me at 9:30. Myla had just fallen asleep as I got there, so Meg put her down and we (mostly they) opened presents, including the baby's, until she woke up an hour or so later. We had saved a gift for her to watch unwrapped, but as soon as I began tearing the paper off, she burst into a loud wail, with big fat tears puddling up in her eyes and overflowing down her cheeks.

I am only slightly ashamed to admit that her loving mother and adoring grandmother bust into laughter at her reaction! Then, of course, we had to try it again to see if her response was the same. It was and I am much more ashamed to admit that we roared again. We did eventually get her quieted down, and put away anything else that was wrapped for a later time.

I was home by noon, and napping by one! Peggy (my best friend from childhood) picked me up at 5:30, and drove me to her house for Christmas Dinner. Her son, my god/dess son, Ian was home from Pitt, so the three of us exchanged gifts, and sat down to a wonderfully eclectic meal of stuffed salmon, green beans, pearl onions, homemade mashed potatoes, and cranberry-orange compote. Peg is a very good cook, and we sat around a bit drinking wine for a while.

Then Ian drove me home, came in, drank brandy and stayed to listen to me talk about the state of the world and my world in particular-an rare opportunity for me to vent a bit. And surprise Ian, too, because he has no real concept of my (or his mother's) life. As a trade off, he came up later in the week and unloaded his considerable misery on me, along with a lot of theories of comparative literature which are way above my head!

Ian left around 10PM Christmas night and I, who had joined him in a small amount of brandy, fell into my recliner/bed and slept the sleep on the righteous. All in all a good day.

Blessings, Margo

PS Don't drink and drive, but do enjoy your New Year's Eve!


Judith HeartSong said...

oh my Friend. The lessons you have taught/reminded me of. Gentle righteousness, fortitude, caring beyond measure. I am greatly honored by your presence in my life, and bid you a joyous new year.


Anonymous said...

Cheers for for the new year.

I was thinking about you on Christmas and remembered the schedule that you had told us about.

I am so glad it was nice. It sounds very nice. Brandy included. And venting.

Anonymous said...

Awww Margo---
SO much to say, and what space here...
I wish you the best of the newness.
Having traveled these pages and you so honestly sharing..I can say what a woman you are!
I hope a New Year gives you those dreams, the health and the peace!


Marc Olmsted said...

Sounds like you got a few Godshots this xmas.

May they continue in the New Year!


(Goddessshots is a little hard on the tongue and a bit messsy to read)

Anonymous said...

OMG, Ian is in literature at Pitt? That is actually kind of rough. But I am amused! And your dinner sounds great.