The Book of Wrong: Holiday Edition

The Army Dude and I have something we call The Book of Wrong. It's a list of things that seem messed up somehow - like the parking meters in front of the homeless shelter, or the elderly man we've seen walking down the street with a cane in one hand and a skateboard in the other.

At first glance, I thought this Christmas card was very pretty: a deer and a cardinal surrounded by snowy pine boughs. It's a peaceful scene. You can almost hear the wind sighing softly through the trees.

Until you turn it over:

I guess nothing says Merry Christmas like killing Dasher.

A Terrible Thing To Waste

I recently learned that I can remember the words to the Maude theme song. All of them. Which shows you what I was doing instead of homework back in the 1970s, and what is in my brain where a working knowledge of geometry should be.

I do not, however, know all the words to this version. Yet.

Wicked Good!

I saw Wicked: The Untold Story of the Witches of Oz yesterday at the Providence Performing Arts Center. I've been wanting to see it since it was first taken on the road a couple of years ago, and I was not disappointed.

Anyone who knows me knows I love musicals. I get this from my mother, who sang show tunes to me when I was little instead of pop songs or children's tunes (and whose lovely singing voice I did not inherit). While I am certainly predisposed to enjoy a musical, I went to see Wicked with the Army Dude, who is more of an action-adventure kind of guy, and he loved it too.

I read the book it's based on (Gregory Maguire's Wicked: The Life And Times of The Wicked Witch of The West) several years ago, and I was eager to see how much of the original plot remained in the stage show. The answer is, a lot of it - which was refreshing after seeing movies where all that seems to be left of the original book are the title and the names of some of the characters. I refuse to watch Under A Tuscan Sun because I loved the book and I could tell from the previews that the story had been entirely changed.

Wicked did not disappoint. The original book is quite complex, but the writer did a great job of distilling the story into a three-hour running time. There were several funny references to the 1938 movie The Wizard Of Oz, as well as to details in the book only lightly touched on in the play.

The costumes were gorgeous, the acting, singing, and dancing were excellent, and the sets and lighting were amazing. The songs were fabulous - particularly the showstopper "Defying Gravity."

In short, I loved it. Wicked was wicked good.

Cow Report

Due to complaints from the neighbors, heat and hot water celebration festivities are cancelled until further notice.

Drunk With Power

The plumbers got the sprockets running true with the differential gear and the electrician finally managed to get the flux capacitor fixed, so now I have fully functioning heat and hot water. If anyone is looking for me, I will be taking a bath, then a shower, and then running around naked. I plan to repeat the sequence until it can be conclusively proven through rigorous scientific inquiry that the cows have indeed come home.

Heat and Hot Water, Week 2

It's Friday night and the temperature outside is 27 degrees with a significant wind chill. The heat upstairs is working fine; downstairs it's COLD. I came home to whatever is happening - or not happening - with no communication from my landlord (who lives on the other side of the wall) or the people doing the work. So I once again have no idea if they think it's done and it's not, or if they plan to come back or if (because tomorrow is Saturday) I will be in my pajamas when they do. Not that it's a problem to get dressed bright and early, but would be nice to be kept in the loop.

I'm trying to remain positive while the work is being done. I'm happy that I no longer have to call my friend Leppy and say "this is the showering bandit coming to steal your hot water. What time is good for you?" I realize that in the grand scheme of things, it's merely an inconvenience. I'm healthy, my cat's healthy, the Christmas present I was afraid would be back ordered until January showed up yesterday, which completes my shopping.

But I was a property manager and I also know that lack of heat and hot water during the winter means my apartment is not up to minimal housing standards. I'm not being a cranky bitch - we are talking about the minimum.

So I'm officially a little discouraged after one week without hot water, three days with no heat, and two days with partial heat. In Rhode Island. In December. With a big snowstorm forecast for tomorrow night.

Actually, maybe the snow's not such a big problem. It's a great insulator.

Do Not Irritate A Peri-Menopausal Woman

An email I sent today to Find A Green Business.net (which, FYI, I do not work for a green business):

Not only have your employees repeatedly harassed me via telephone, your "Quality Control Manager" (and by that I mean "rude jerk") threatened this morning to "have someone call me every day" until I comply with your update. Since then I have received two more calls. I've already updated the entry! Stop harassing me or I will report you to the RI Better Business Bureau, the RI Attorney General's Office, and any other law enforcement agency who will listen.

I DO NOT WORK FOR YOU AND I AM NOT REQUIRED TO UPDATE SQUAT FOR YOU!!!!!

DO NOT CALL XXX-XXX-XXXX EVER AGAIN!

Yours in Christ (and by that I mean "drop dead"),


That's right - I have a computer and a temper and I'm not afraid to deploy either one.

A Christmas Carol

It is a fair, even-handed, noble adjustment of things, that while there is infection in disease and sorrow, there is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good humor.
Charles Dickens
A Christmas Carol

Charles Dickens' A Christmas Carol is one of my very favorite stories. Not the movie starring Mickey Mouse, not A Muppet Christmas Carol, but the actual book. We tend to think of A Christmas Carol as a gloomy story about a cranky old man, or as a creepy story about ghosts, where Ebenezer sees the date of his own death and we are freaked out by the mere idea.

But the Victorians had a more intimate knowledge of death than we do. Scrooge is not upset over the fact that he will die - after all, the musings about Marley being "dead as a doornail" in the beginning of the story lead us to understand that Scrooge accepts death as a fact of life. What chills him to the bone is seeing that there is no sorrow at his passing; instead, those around him either see it as an opportunity for personal gain - and have no problem robbing him of his bedclothes and curtains while he lays dead - or they are not touched by the death at all.

What makes A Christmas Carol such an inspiring story is that as Ebenezer travels with the ghosts, he lays to rest the sorrows of the past (and we see that behind the bitterness is the sorrow of loss and regret), and he comes to understand that the future is what we make it with our actions and attitudes in the present. What we are left with, in the end, is a feeling of joy and hope. We believe that it's never too late to change, to grow, to become a better person and create a better life for ourselves.

The story is on my mind as I move through the second holiday season after walking away from my family's celebrations. Last year I was like Scrooge: sitting in an empty apartment, chewing on the lumpy gruel of my anger, resentment, and regret over what never was and never would be no matter how much I wished for it. I wanted to close the curtains around myself and wait for the whole thing to be over. I couldn't see all that I have because I was too busy feeling sorry for myself over what I believed was missing.

This year, something is different. I no longer see my future as carved in stone, as something that has already been determined by my past. I see it as something dynamic, something I can change with my actions today. I think, as I have shifted from the belief that life is work - work for pay, housework, working to stay fit, working to keep everything running smoothly - I have begun to play more, to enjoy the childhood I never really had, and I am becoming happier in general. It was bound to spill over into my feelings about the holidays.

Like Ebenezer, I am stepping into a new way of being in the world with no idea how it is all going to work out, and I am at peace with that. I'm making today the best it can be and trusting that the future will take care of itself. I am enjoying the process and leaving the rest to... whatever it is that takes care of those things.

And I am grateful that while there are regrets from the past and things are not perfect in the present, there is always the opportunity for laughter, good humor - and yes, even joy.