Thursday, December 10, 2015

Lightbulb

Another thing about Christmas gifts:  My younger brother was always one of the most difficult person to shop for, until last year when he became the easiest.

Last Christmas he called on December 23 to tell me he did in fact plan on coming to our house for Christmas, which was wonderful news.  It also meant that I wanted to scrounge up a few more presents for him to open so he wouldn't be sitting around all morning with one gift while the rest of us enjoyed the "ecstasy of unbridled avarice".  My first thought was that I wasn't leaving the house and I wasn't spending any money on him.  Breakthrough!  I had finally realized I needed to stop shopping for the fun uncle and see him in his true gift receiving form:  Pop, circa 1995, an eighty year old man who is careful with money and likes to work in the yard.

We all know Hunter will spend Christmas morning as any Texas grandfather would, standing around drinking coffee and periodically walking outside with his dog, always ready to pull a pocket knife  out of his pocket to aid the removal of tape from a gift.  He's the person who would also spend the rest of the day making gumbo with our dad.  Not gumbo for Christmas dinner- gumbo for, you know, the future.  Because Christmas day for grandfathers means making gumbo or napping sitting up in an arm chair.


 I already had for Hunter what I consider to be one of the top ten best gifts I've ever given, a small oak tree grown from an acorn in our yard, which had been growing for about 2 years.  To adding to that, I wrapped up all the ingredients and seasoning to make red beans and rice, along with the recipe, and a case of beer.  It was the equivalent of buying Pop cans of peanuts or a rubber snake to twine through the fence in his garden.

Now that I've cracked the code on Hunter, I'm doing my best to work on everyone else.  Because gift giving isn't about giving something to the person you think you know, it's about knowing who the person really is.  My brother, the 30-year-old 80-year-old man.


Tuesday, December 8, 2015

Almost Willed Into Existence

Kyle is my (imaginary) personal assistant.  He's 20, with dark, asymmetrical hair and always wears skinny jeans, plaid shirts, and one of those across the shoulder satchels.  Gay, of course, because no one wants it to get awkward when it turns out that I'm easy to fall in love with, with my addiction to dry shampoo and all.

Every morning, Kyle comes over right about the time that Trent is leaving for work.  He wakes me up with a cup of coffee that he made when he arrived and gets right in my face and says, "Good morning, Mrs. Williams.  It's going to be a great day."  Kyle always smells like Winterfresh gum, hair gel, and super expensive cologne.  I keep telling him that we don't pay him enough to spend that much on cologne, but he doesn't care.  I always say, "Call me Kelly" and he goes, "Okay, Kel."  Because I love when people call me Kel!

Tejano music is already turned on in the bathroom so I can get ready in peace, then Kyle comes in to let me know the dishwasher is unloaded and brief me on the day's news, including pop culture.  Then I go about my day as usual, waking up kids and making breakfast, because Kyle's not a nanny or a maid; he's a personal assistant.  He sits on a tall stool with a twisty seat, perched in the corner of the kitchen until he's needed.  He keeps his ear buds in and messes about on his phone until I say something like, "Hey Kyle, last night I heard one of the cats throw up a hairball right before I fell asleep.  Can you please find that and clean it up?"  And he's already on it.

Kyle's not bad with kids, but he's not great with them either.  He mainly just gives blank looks or waves from his stool.  The kids regard him as a lovable weirdo.  He's not here to help the kids; he's here to help me.



He's really helpful when we're trying to get out the door for school.  I might realize that we forgot about Tate's Pre-K homework, so we'll be frantically working on that when I realize that I haven't packed Holly's backpack.  So I'll yell, "Kyle, grab and handful of diapers and write Holly's name on them!  NO, NOT FOUR!  A HANDFUL!  TEN DIAPERS!  HURRY SCHOOL STARTS IN THREE MINUTES!!!!!  DAMMIT KYLE GO!!!!!"  We all love Kyle because he takes the brunt of my frustration yelling.

I'm still going about all my regular business, but Kyle is making it possible for me to do that by doing all the things for me that are a huge hassle, like checking email.  After I drop the kids at school, he's right beside me walking to the car with his phone out as we go through my correspondence.  Then he goes to facebook for me and "likes" all my friends' posts while unfriending anyone who says that Jesus told us to use semi-automatic weapons.  He rolls his eyes while doing that; we both do.

Kyle also excels at special projects.  Like he finds a bunch of great babysitters, does preliminary interviews with them, then gathers them in a room for my approval.  He's mostly free to go do his own thing during the day and not hang around, but he'll run an errand to the pharmacy if necessary.  He always handles returns and exchanges.  He's back every day by 3:15 for homework.  Then I hand him a crisp $1000 bill, because he's worth it, and say, "See you tomorrow at 6:15!"  Kyle high fives all the kids, then he's out.

Kyle never says anything bad about me to his friends.  One of his buddies might say, "Ugh, how was Kelly today? Yelling up a storm?"  And Kyle just says, "Don't you ever speak ill of her, She's doing her best and she's probably the best mother in the whole entire world."

All I want for Christmas- is Kyle.

Monday, December 7, 2015

Christmas Dress

Last Wednesday, 10 PM:  This is a true Advent moment.  I'm preparing for the birth of Christ by making something special, a Christmas dress for my daughter, because it's a special day!  I'm using the hands and mind that God gave me!




Last Thursday, 1 PM:  Every button that I want to buy makes the dress hand wash only.  I HATE SEWING.


Last Thursday, 1:20 PM:  Oh, I could probably hand wash this dress.

Today, 8:00 AM:  Let's get the house clean!



Today, 11:15 AM:  House is a lost cause.  Must work on something with tangible outcome.

Today, 1:00 PM:  I didn't cut out the very first pattern piece needed to start sewing and where are all the pattern pieces?  Lost!  Did I throw accidentally throw them out...?  Why did I think I could do this OR ANYTHING???

Today, 1:10 PM:  Daniel Tiger's voice starts singing and singing in my head.  "If something seems impossible, try a little bit at a time.  If something seems impossible, try a little bit at a time.  If something seems impossible, try a little bit at a time."  (Daniel Tiger repeats things A MILLION TIMES.  It's insufferable, yet effective.)

Today, 1:25 PM:  Mary Berry's voice replaces Daniel Tiger.  "If you choose to do something simple, it must be done perfectly."  Really, really wishing I had chosen the gauzy fabric with glittery holly all over it.

Today, 2:25 PM:  Daniel Tiger is back.  "Just keep trying, you'll get be-eh-ter."






Thursday, December 3, 2015

And Heaven and Nature Sing

Most anti-consumerism gift guides can be summed up in two words:  Experiences.  Charities.  That's great, but ignores how fun it really is to spend all morning opening presents around the tree you parked in your living room and covered in lights.  There are so many other options that take thought, time, creativity and might actually let heaven and nature sing.  Therefore:

Joy to the World:  12 Ideas for Alternative Gift Giving

1.  Plants.  If anyone gave me a plant in a pot from their yard, like took a clipping from their bougainvillea or plumeria and established it in a pot for me, I would love it.  NASA says you should have like at least ten houseplants to clean the benzene out of the air.  You can buy a bouquet of flowers at the grocery store for $20 or a giant houseplant for $10, any day of the year.

2.  Change Jars.  My brother has a really great godfather who always sent him Christmas and birthday gifts and always included a little something for my sister and I.  The gifts from Jess Davis were the only things we could open on Christmas Eve.  One year, he sent us each a jelly jar jammed full of loose change.  I think he just kept the jars on his counter and emptied his pockets all year, then gave them to us.  Great for kids.  Win.

3.  Booze.  One year we had a more extended group of family and people to share Christmas morning with, and there were festive wine bags lined up and down the windowsill next to the tree.  None of that went to waste.

4.  Food.  Now is the time for creativity.  Nick and Kellaura once gave us a bottle of homemade Irish Cream.  (See above.)  My sister-in-law once shared a homemade cheese ball that a friend gave her with a box of crackers.  My sister gives caramel corn and refuses to give out the recipe because it is time consuming and messy to make.  She says part of the gift is that she will physically make it for you and let you skip the messy parts.  No one has ever turned down homemade bread.

5.  Family Cookbook.  One year my sister-in-law made a cookbook for me.  Some recipes were new ones she found online and thought I would like, some were family recipes.  All the family recipes were classic Williams recipes, ones that I would expect to eat on a holiday or had enjoyed sometime in the past.  It's of the nature that if I think about making something and I would normally contact Trent's mom for the recipe, I usually check the cookbook first and I already have it.

6.  Mix Tapes.  Oh my God, I wish.  If I had the means and the wherewithal, I would slip mix tapes in everyone's stockings.

7.  Musical Instruments.  I just learned that guitars are priced relatively reasonably.  I'm pretty sure you can get a guitar for less than any electronic available today.  Who knew?  Ukuleles, harmonicas, classic things that will last a lifetime and make you the life of the party.  If you are double awesome:  Xylophone.  Auto harp.  Accordion.  Bagpipe.

8.  Pets from a Shelter.  Giving someone a live animal is a bad idea- or is it?  If we were getting a dog at our house, I would make it a Christmas surprise.  Merry Christmas!  It's Rogelio and Fritz, my two imaginary future dogs!  This works because it's so much better to get a pet when you haven't thought through all the consequences.  And if you're getting one dog or cat, why not get two?  It's good for all parties involved, people and pets.  Probably only good for immediate family and must be approved by the woman in charge.

9.  Experiences.  It has to be on the list, because it is the most genius gift.  Especially if you plan to do something with the person, because then the gift also says, "I enjoy spending time with you!"  Upside to this:  Better for the environment than a toy that won't last.  Downside:  EXPENSIVE.  The world where I can give everyone an experience is a world where my Christmas budget does not matter.

10.  Charitable Giving.  I think the trick to this is to still give something to the person to unwrap, but without spending more than a few dollars on the thing to unwrap.  A few years ago we started making a donation for Trent's brother's family instead of trying to guess what 4 teenagers would enjoy opening.  We always try to make it creative, so for example this year STOP READING NOW IF YOU ARE TROY OR JULEE.

We made a donation to a health clinic and gave them prescription jars filled with Skittles.  It's wrapped in a Walgreens bag.



11.  Re-gifts.  Sometimes people have things in their homes that you love.  Or you have things in your home that you know they love.  What if you gave it to them?  My aunt decided she didn't want to wait until she died (she's not even close to old) to split up her jewelry, so half the time when I see her she slips a ring on my finger or a bracelet on my arm.  Or sneaks me a purse.  There are black and white family pictures sitting in closets all over the country that could be framed and given.  There are grandmother's quilts in closets and sentimental dishes and tools.  The best gift might actually have been purchased or made years ago and it just waiting to be given new life.

12.  Book of the Month Club.  Last  year I collected 12 used books and wrapped them in brown paper, each with a month written down the side and a clue about the contents on the front.  Then I wrapped all of that in a big cardboard box and gave it to my sister for Christmas.  It captured everything that the truest and best form of material gift giving can be.  It was inexpensive, insanely fun to put together, insanely fun to give.  I was giddy about giving it to her.  I KNEW she would love, and she did.  And it kept on giving all year long.  What other Thing of the Month Clubs could there be...?





Wednesday, December 2, 2015

Speak Ye Peace

Some people are get the tree up before Thanksgiving and start The Holidays with a bang.  Some people, like my sister, wrap up Thanksgiving then immediately get the tree and lights up, ready to greet the First Sunday of Advent with all the excitement it deserves.  My preference is to keep wishing everyone a Happy Thanksgiving until I get to sing, "Lo!  He comes with clouds descending" and make an Advent wreath.  Then the preparations and anticipation builds slowly, one day at a time.  Like yesterday we unpacked the creche and I kragled on the donkey's ears and one of the wise men's head.  Good progress. 


It appears that Advent may be my very favorite church season.  I mean, Easter of course, but Advent!
"Comfort, comfort ye my people, speak ye peace thus saith our God; comfort those who sit in darkness mourning 'neath their sorrows' load.  Speak ye to Jerusalem of the peace that waits for them; tell her that her sine I cover and her warfare now is over."

A "Welcome Advent" paragraph in the church bulletin on Sunday included the sentence, "Be intentional."  Okay.  Let's do it.

Tuesday, December 1, 2015

Thanksgiving: Never Forget

Poor ol' Thanksgiving always gets lost in the mix of Santa paraphernalia.  I'm still thankful for:

School programs, music teachers, and lost front teeth making room for the new ones-


Our children, their friends, and the previous owners of our backyard play fort for playing outside so often, so hard, so enthusiastically, and so well that they completely wore it out-



A husband who is more than happy to team up with me to take it apart-

  
And get to work building a tree house-



Parades - ALWAYS FOR PARADES



The seriousness of make believe-


A chance to see every last one of our siblings, parents, and all related nieces/nephews/cousins over the course of three days-




And for fresh water and washing machines, because those kids definitely got in the surf in their clothes.