You'll never guess what I did today.
I bought another Norfolk Island Pine at the Publix (my old one died a few years ago or sometime, I don't remember) and I brought it home and I decorated that little sucker and I even enjoyed it.
Here it is.
A one-string-of-lights tree.
The last few years I have gotten the ornament collection down to a very small and manageable number of items and they were all packed nicely in a bag, wrapped in tissue paper and I unwrapped them and hung them up.
My favorite, I think:
A little birchbark canoe that Mr. Moon made in Cub Scouts with the Chinese gentleman and lady which my first mother-in-law gave me almost forty years ago. A heart between them, of course. I think of that little boat sailing us safely through another year.
The rest of the ornaments are either ones the children made me over the years or some pretty vintage glass balls I've collected and, well, other things.
Hell, you've probably all seen these before.
Same as it ever is. Which, I suppose, is what Christmas is all about.
I have no idea what came over me. Mr. Moon and I actually went shopping together which is something we never, ever do. Ever. But we went to Costco and got Gibson a toy helicopter, and we also bought a giant block of cheese and a bag of bird seed and a bin of cat food. And vodka.
Then we went to Publix and saw our Lily and I got all sorts of things like food. Actual food, actually. Not food-like items. And Lord, I did something I am not proud of.
Again. In Publix.
I saw a woman shopping, quite young, and she looked by dress and hairstyle not only like a regularly attending Southern Baptist but a regularly attending Southern Baptist who may be the choir's soprano and I noted her outfit and lovely shoes, etc. and then on the candle/detergent aisle, there she was looking at the candles which I do like because they smell good and they were on BOGO and so we got to talking about how nice these candles are and I said, "I like them because they don't smell like fake shit."
Why did I say that to the soprano of a Southern Baptist Church choir?
And she sort of took off after that.
I'm going to hell, baby.
But I bought a candle and got one free and also that tree and I don't know. I was just in a good mood and it was almost like a date with my husband, walking around various retail outlets. I ran into a woman I know who is really not a happy woman and mostly what she's not happy about these days is that her daughter won't let her see her grandchildren.
"What she doesn't know is that one of these days, her children are going to treat her like she treats me!" she said in a most vindictive tone of voice and I sort of shivered, it was so horrible. She blames her ex-husband for turning her daughter against her and for all I know, she is right.
But it sure as hell made me appreciate my children and MY ex-husband with all my heart.
So it's been a nice, easy day and I've even set up my very old and silly little Nativity with the magnolia leaves and Buddha, too.
And I have learned about some good news that a dear friend received today and I am so thrilled for her that I am literally in tears. And that, more than anything, is filling my heart with the knowledge that sometimes, life really does work out as we would wish it.
And if those times aren't the magical times, what are?
Now don't go expecting me to start singing Christmas carols or any bullshit like that but for today, I have enjoyed myself doing a tiny bit of Christmasy stuff, the kind I really do enjoy involving twinkle lights and old, favorite ornaments and a tree in a pot and I'm just happy to have had that.
A moment of peace and calm. And happiness for a friend.