Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Advent Journal: The Purge Continues

I just finished making the boys' lunches for tomorrow. I fear I'm not a very good lunch maker. I tend to make the same thing over and over until the boys beg for something new. Except they rarely do. Like me, they are mostly monogamous lunchers, seemingly happy to eat the same thing everyday.

(I fear their teachers judge me harshly on the monotony of my children's lunches.)

Still, it seems like I should try harder to put a little more pizazz into their midday meals. Well, maybe next year. Right now I'm looking forward to Christmas break and its attendant cease-fire, lunch-wise. I'll wait til January to figure out how to fit a leg of lamb into a Star Wars lunch box.


Last week was my busy-busy holiday week. I made lasagna for Jack's advisory group at Our Fine Middle School and close to a hundred glittery blue and gold stars and moons for the Very Beary Breakfast for Lunch party at Our Fine Lower School. Somehow I managed to sign up for two things, at two separate schools, on the same day at the very same time. If you've wondered why I haven't been posting much, there you have it.


The purge continues, but I'm running out of steam. I wish I could in good conscience just throw everything out in the trash, but I can't. Too much good stuff, or at least useful stuff. The problem is, it's hard to find a place to donate gently used toys. Most places only take new toys these days. Apparently there's a spot by a nearby Catholic church where you can put out a box of toys and they'll disappear like magic.

Anyway, there's been a lot of going through stuff and making the Pirate Ship Ahoy game has all its parts and the Fast Trax race car tracks has all its tracks and Mouse Trap has all its traps. This will wear you down after awhile. This will get you drinking very early in the day. Or at least thinking about it. "A glass of Cabernet would hit the spot right now," you think around 9:45 a.m., stranded in the middle of ten million Hot Wheels.

So I've got my heart set on straightening out the closet in my study and our bedroom closet, and then calling it a purge. The attic is too cold. And too out of control. Just too dang much.

When will I admit it: The attic will never, ever be purged? I need to accept this and move on with my life.


Last week I stood in the middle of a music shop called High Strung Violins and Guitars and auditioned fiddles. I am not a person who happily plays fiddle in front of other people, especially not in a store filled with accomplished musicians, so you can imagine this was all I needed of Hell. My fiddle teacher, who looks almost exactly like Santa Claus and is very dear, came with me, so that helped. He's used to how badly I play.

So that's my big Christmas present: A fiddle of my own. I've been playing for about a year now (I took a break last spring when I was traveling so much), and I'm better than I used to be, but still not much good.

My New Year's Resolution: To start going to the Tuesday night fiddle jam at High Strung. I've been saying I'm going to do this for over a year now, but now I really mean it. I'm gonna jam.


I've been good about keeping up with my Advent readings, but as with purging, I'm running out of Advent steam. This happens every year, though. I start out the Christmas season feeling spiritual as all get-out, and then by mid-month the craziness sets in. Santa Claus starts edging out Jesus.

I would spend more time ruminating on this, except I must go wrap presents. And bake banana bread. And run to the post office and the art supply store and get some stocking stuffers.

You get the picture. Sigh.


magsmcc said...

Bon courage, keep going, run this advent race- you are doing so beautifully and making me feel I don't need to purge one darned thing, so exhausted am I on your behalf! And now I can look my manky bananas square in the face and not worry about that either!!

wayside wanderer said...

You have quite a variety of things going on. I've been inspired to clean out so I went through my closet yesterday and have a nice bag of things to donate. Christmas joy, Leslie

Pom Pom said...

Yikes. Stay inside and read before school gets out and the wild rumpus begins!

Angela said...

A Favourite Family Fiddle Poem for Frances....

I've hung my Christmas stocking up
And Grandma's too
I've written to Old Santa Claus, to tell him what to do
I asked my Grandma what she wants
She put on her specs, and shook her head
And "Fiddlesticks!" was all she said.
I don't know what she wants them for, she didn't say.
She hasn't got a fiddle, and I'm sure she couldn't play!

Happy Christmas and much joy - I am sure you will delight EVERYONE with your Festive Fiddling!!

Tracy said...

I'm sure you and I could be twins in so very many ways Frances. You say it so much funnier than I do though!!!

Lunch monotony = nothing but spreads left most of the time. 1 vegemite child, 1 peanut butter child, 1 jam child. Terribly boring. But really quick! You know lunches have become monotonous when your carnivore daughter is in raptures over a leftover drumstick!

My 'Dungeon' will never be purged. Dh mentions it sometimes. I've come to terms with it. I just don't have the fortitude to go down there. So I don't.

Gumbo Lily said...

Your attic and my crawl space -- we wish to purge, but let's make a deal. We leave that for our kids to deal with when we die!

Just one week left to the Day!