Friday, December 18, 2009
Friday This and Friday That. If You Go Outside Wear A Big Rain Hat
Yeah. Raining again. But I'm not complaining! No, I swear I am not. It's not cold. It's a bit chilly, but the kind of wet chilly that a Goodwill cashmere sweater will take care of just fine. I always feel as if I'm getting away with some serious crime when I find a good-condition cashmere sweater at the Goodwill, hanging right there in amongst the acrylic Walmart sweaters.
And if you get your cashmere at Goodwill, you don't have to save it for fancy. You can feed the chickens in it. You can lay it gently over your sleeping grandson because it is so soft you want him to feel it and if he spits up on it- so what? Wash it and hang it up to dry and it's good to go for another chilly day.
So last night's little post about comments got quite a few comments and in the spirit of being contrary I'm not going to answer them all personally. I wanted to know if people read comments and if they go back and read my comments on their comments and I suppose a lot of people do. This makes me very happy. When I tell people about my blog I always say, "And read the comments! They're the best part!"
Which I consider to be true. We have fostered a community here with our comments and I love that. I have gotten e-mails from people saying they were too shy to comment which is fine. But I think we can all be fairly assured here that no one is very judgmental at the Church of the Batshit Crazy. We roll along and giggle together and we get to know each other and how we think and we shore each other up and we celebrate together and grieve together and that, to me, is what it's all about. In answering comments I am letting you know that I have indeed read them all. They are not just a number, a statistic. They are your thoughts on my thoughts and I am not only grateful for them, I appreciate them and learn from them.
So yes, it's raining and I suppose I should go to town before I need to pick up Owen today, see if I can gather in a few more presents. Speaking of Goodwill, I was thinking of going to one today and collecting a bunch of pillowcases to put presents in. I hate to wrap with a bloody passion and I am not as crafty or enthusiastic as Kathleen and May who make beautiful bags to put presents in. If I did that, I would just give the bags as presents because they're that pretty. But pillowcases are good, right? Everyone can use a new pillowcase. And so much greener, don't you think? Recycled and cloth and everything?
Plus, I just really love to go to Goodwill.
We shall see but it'll all be a moot goddam point if I don't get some more presents to IN the pillowcases.
Oh Lord. I just checked the weather forecast. It's supposed to get down to 27 degrees here on Sunday night. Can this possibly be true? We've gone this long without a freeze so we're way overdue. Well, the plants are mostly inside and the ones that aren't can be covered with sheets and blankets and that's that. You people who live up north where 27 degrees is a heat wave in December can go ahead and laugh your asses off at our wimpiness here. It's okay. We don't mind. But we'll do the same to you when you complain of temperatures in the nineties next summer.
They say the collards need a good frost to make them sweeter but I don't know about that. I made a big pot yesterday and they tasted sweet to me.
And really- that's it. I am neither wallowing in despair or out-of-my-mind with joy. So I guess I'm what? Normal? Not for me.
It's been a good week with Jessie here (and by the way- she made all A's again, that girl) and with visits from loved ones and a read-through at the Opera House and my grandson and I am grateful. I only went to town once and that was enough although I do have to go back. When Jessie and I were in the parking lot of Borders on Wednesday, a guy got out of his car and was cursing at his wife. "Bitch, bitch, bitch!" he said. "That's all you do!" She looked violently unhappy as she followed him meekly into the store where they were probably going to buy Christmas presents.
I wonder if she really does bitch all the time and if so, why? He looked sort of mean to me.
And that's Christmas. Brings out the best in all of us, doesn't it?
Happy Friday, y'all.