The Chaplain and I talk about hibernation frequently at this time of year. We feel sluggish. All we want to do is sit on the sofa and eat carbs. The Chaplain can’t do that, because the Christmas season demands even more work from him than usual between his church responsibilities and work commitments.
I can slow down during the winter season, and I do, because my body won’t let me do anything else. I struggle with it every year. Surrender and Acceptance are all very well and good, except when Christmas is coming and you are the Magic Maker.
The Serpent King, by Jeff Zentner, is the second book I read for the YA Book Club I joined at my library. (The last book I read for the book club was The Cruel Prince, by Holly Black).
I started The Serpent King at a tender time. I was spending a second weekend at the bedside of my grandmother, who was dying. Many of my most vivid memories of my time spent at her home were from my teenage years, when my friendships with my cousins were one of the most important things in my life and the summer visits, full of new experiences, were larger than life.
The house itself is full of senior photos of the cousins and grandkids, all of us gathered on shelves and side tables, frozen in time as 17 and 18-year-olds, and the home’s interior has barely changed over the course of the time I visited there from childhood until I was an adult.
Daylight Savings Time is the worst.
Last year, we stumbled upon a lantern making workshop at our local library one Friday in the middle of fall and the kids made lanterns. I didn’t realize it at the time, but it was part of the library’s participation in a community event that has occurred in a local park for the past four years: The Lantern Parade, which occurs the Sunday of the weekend of Daylight Savings Time.
This year, I saw the lantern making event at the library ahead of time, and we went on purpose. The description of the workshop on the library’s website explained the lanterns were intended for the parade a couple of days later, so the plan was to make the lanterns, then take them to the parade later in the weekend.
My dad introduced us to Star Wars early on in our house. We watched the original films over and over as kids, and when we got older, religiously went to see the subsequent movies (We still do!).
I went to a midnight showing of one movie. Since it was actually at midnight, I have no idea which movie it was, because I dozed through parts of it. (I checked with my brother, who was with me that night and is a better historian when it comes to Star Wars movie watching. The episode I dozed through was Revenge of the Sith. I was a young single mom of a two-year-old who was still getting me up at night when that movie came out. I did watch it again later with my eyes open).
I’ve passed down my interest in Star Wars to the kids, although the franchise and its size have started to alienate me a little. It’s not the same, special thing it was when I was a kid, with a limited number of movies to enjoy. Someday there will be so many subplots and new characters that I won’t have any idea who half of them are (that may already have happened, as indicated above).
Two knows I’m a nerd, and she handed me Don’t Cosplay with My Heart, by Cecil Castellucci, after she’d read and enjoyed it. She’d read the “good parts” to Three along the way and thought I would like it, too.
Do you have any idioms or inside jokes that only your significant other or family members would understand?
The Chaplain and I have developed a few. NIEE (pronounced NEE!), short for Nothing Is Ever Easy. It was coined after we became homeowners and found ourselves at the home improvement store several times a week for months on end.
Our other stand-by, besides Randy-Jacksonisms, is “Jah will provide.”
