Another post about random things that make my days good things to be in. I’m looking forward to having so many of these posts I lose track of the installment numbers.
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I could totally rock this look. Perhaps not as well as Garbo, but I could rock it. I would have loved living in these times, just for the hats.
2. The Tominator.
A few weeks ago I said to him, “You know, I believe I could commit cold-blooded murder and you would be steadfastly convinced I had a damned good reason.” His reply: “Yep.” There are no words for that kind of unconditional love and backing. And, he thinks I look amazing in hats.
I bitch about various aspects of the holiday season, including the commercialism (“Christmas, it seems, doesn’t come from a store”), the supposed “War on Christmas” (honestly…why can’t everybody just let everybody celebrate how and what they want to?), and holiday homesickness, but it’s all good. I spent an hour listening to The Lost Christmas Eve by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra and wrapping presents and enjoying my pretty little improv tree. and everything was all better. Christmas is Christmas no matter where you are and what you have, as long as you keep your heart open.
Many years ago, someone gave me a stuffed rhino as a gag gift, the story behind which is salacious and not suitable for sharing as it could be used against me. Someone else gave me another, and then I got another, and then people began thinking I collected rhinos, so that it became a self-fulfilling prophecy. It felt more like rhinos were collecting me. This is how totem animals announce themselves, and Rhino has much to teach me. At last count, I have over 125 rhinos, from stuffed to carved to ceramic to key rings to Hot Wheels rhinos to wind-up toys to…you name it. I have not purchased a single one of them; they were all gifts. They’re all my favorite but this is one of my favorite favorites, a Christmas gift past from one of the best bosses in the world.
Maybe I should have been a cartographer. I can entertain myself for hours with a road atlas, a globe, or just a street map of a strange city. I roll the names of cities and avenues off my tongue. I daydream about getting there and being there. Maps are groovy.
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