Monday, December 31, 2018

December Book Report: Last Christmas in Paris


The arrival of the holiday season and some much-welcomed time off  brought me some extra time to read, a welcome way to close my year.  I picked up Last Christmas in Paris, a novel written by Hazel Gaynor and Heather Webb, because it looked like just my sort of satisfying read.  I was right about that.


This book is set during WWI and, as 2018 closed it seemed fitting to spend some time thinking again about this war.  This year is the 100th anniversary of the armistice that ended WWI and in so many ways the 20th and 21st centuries were defined by this horrible war.  The historian in me is endlessly fascinated by the conflict.  The reader in me likes a good story and this one, recommended by the reviewers at Bas Bleu, was a great read.

The story is told from the English point of view in a series of letters exchanged between a young woman, Evie, who is just an adult as as the war breaks out.  She writes to her brother and other friends who are deployed in France and the exchanges are the backbone of the novel.  As each year of the war closes, the reader is treated to an observation from 1968, as an ailing Tom, a frequent recipient of Evie’s letters and now at the end of a long life, reviews the years of the long-ago war.  He's in Paris, where he has come to spent his last Christmas.  

The novel is written in letter format (think Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society) and, like that novel, has reflections on both the horror of war as well as the more mundane aspects of life lived while at war.  Evie exchanges letters with a handful of people and, like many young women of that era, realizes that she wants more from life than the narrow social confines of her privileged upbringing.  For one thing, that privilege doesn’t protect her from the losses of the war and, for another, she craves the ability to help out.  She eventually comes to write a column about the war on the homefront and though the reader never experiences Evie’s life after the war, we do come to understand that the war will open up enduring opportunities for her.

Much of the novel’s letters traffic in the hope that WWI will be the war to end all wars, an idea that the characters both embrace and believe.  Given the history that would follow, the notion is especially bittersweet and gives the reader much to consider.  The novel is well-written, with a strong sense of the historical time and engaging in those details.  I enjoyed it even more than I expected and it has earned a spot on my bookshelf.

Saturday, December 29, 2018

Winter’s Quiet


In this time between the holidays, I rest.  The Christmas tree is still in the corner and decorations remain.  Holiday presents and treats are slowly being stored away and eventually the tree will come down and the needles be swept up.  But there is no hurry to finish these tasks.  There is quiet and time to rest.

These two weeks of relaxation are well-earned; I need the slower days.  December’s school days are busy and cheerful but no matter how much I try, it always feels like a whirlwind in which I am spinning as fast as I can.  So these days matter; they are a chance to pause and refresh.

I sleep past sunrise; I linger over my cups of coffee.  I read for hours with a cat on my lap while soup simmers and there is time to refill the teapot.  I look forward to these days and I embrace them while they are here.  I make lists and organize for the coming new year.  I stack up the garden catalogs and daydream.  I rest.  This pause sets me up for the rest of the school year and I feel grateful and blessed for the quiet.

Wednesday, December 26, 2018

What’s That Burning Smell?


On Christmas Day, the corn pudding I was baking for our supper overflowed in the oven.  T helped me scramble and supper was served on time (and it was delicious).  The oven problem was left for later.  So far, so good.


The next day, I curled up on the sofa to read and when I got hungry I turned on the oven to re-heat some Christmas leftovers.

Wait for it.

Of course, I had forgotten about the spill in the oven.  I remembered when the smoke alarm went off as smoke was pouring out of the oven.

Oh that……..

Windows were opened and the oven was shut off.  I considered, again, how it is that I am an adult.  When the oven cooled, I cleared out the charcoal.  



Sheesh.

Monday, December 24, 2018

Christmas Eve


Today is a  happy day of preparation and anticipation.  It’s not like the days when a little boy anticipated Santa’s imminent arrival, but it’s nice even so.  In my town, Santa rides around on a fire truck all day with sirens and whistles and that creates a certain thrill.  My paper bag luminaries, another town tradition, light the front walk.


The last of the packages were wrapped and placed under the tree.



There is candlelight and fairy lights to brighten the darkness.


There are snacks to enjoy and games to be played.



I will never tire of these lovely traditions.  They put the sparkle on my holidays and that’s merry.



Sunday, December 23, 2018

Favorites


Holiday cooking is one of my favorite parts of the season and today I got after two of JT’s best loved treats.  Pretzel turtles are in the house, or will be after they have cooled off on the front porch refrigerator..


And so are the 1970s, in the form of cheese balls.


Yeah, that’s right….balls.  One for Christmas Eve and the other for New Year’s Eve (unless we eat it first).  After they have chilled, they will be coated in toasted pecans and served with crackers.  They are as good as you remember, by the way, and you should make some at once.


That’s happy and delicious. 

Saturday, December 22, 2018

I Can Feel the Quiet Coming


My Christmas gift shopping is complete and all that remains on that front is some wrapping, which I enjoy.  Yesterday, I picked up our Christmas ham with nary a difficulty, something of a holiday miracle.  This morning has been given over to collecting the groceries to make our meals for the week.  This list has been made and I’ve already been in (and out) of Costco.  Shortly, I’ll head out to my local grocery store.  It will be insanely crowded, as it always is on Saturday.  With any luck, my patience will hold out.

I enjoy the bustle of getting ready for holiday celebrations.   I feel the same about holiday cooking, which is one of the best parts of the season for me now that there is no child for whom I may play Santa.  I’m not one to regret the growing up of my child but I really miss being Santa.  There is still excitement on Christmas morning, but it’s not the same without that magic.  

I’m at the start of a two week break that is much-needed.  To get the busy shopping chores out of the way will set me up for some extended relaxation, with holiday lights and homemade meals alongside T and JT.  We’ll read, nap on the sofa, play some games, and otherwise enjoy the delicious quiet that follows on the heels of all the bustle.

Thursday, December 20, 2018

Homecoming


JT comes home today and he’ll be here for a few weeks before he packs his bags to head back north in January.  I’ve looked forward to this day since we packed him off in August, which was was a hard thing for me to do.  It wasn’t that I was worried about him in college (nothing beyond the usual worries, of course).  But as the summer of 2018 passed, in the back of my mind was a looming fear that I would miss him terribly; that the adjustment to a house without him would be difficult.  I loved being a full-time mama with the busy life that entailed and I feared that I wasn’t ready to give it up.

I have missed him but it turns out that the anticipation of what his departure would mean was far more difficult than the days after he left.  The adjustment to a less busy parent life was easier than I expected.  On several occasions, T and I drove north to watch him run.  We had some weekend adventures of our own and generally enjoyed the less scheduled days.  Work was busy; books were read; I had time to rediscover some things about myself.  I liked what I found.

It will be nice to have JT home; I will enjoy our time together.  I know that when he goes back in January, I will miss him.  I also know that I will be just fine in his absence.  That’s happy!

Tuesday, December 18, 2018

December 18: Pretty Packages



I’ve been storing Christmas presents in JT’s room - on his bed, actually - and he comes home on Thursday so my wrapping operation shifted into high gear this past weekend.


I have a package tag collection that brings me as much happiness as the paper and the ribbons.


I like it all to match, of course.  


That’s happy!



Monday, December 17, 2018

Cookie Day 2018


It’s a Sassafras holiday tradition for me to bake cookies for my students.  The cookies are a treat to thank them for the ways they make my work days happy and one of the nicest traditions of my holiday season.

I’m always bemused by the degree to which the students are charmed by homemade cookies, which seem like your standard mama achievement to me but are greeted as a special treat by my students.  This year, my 7th graders enjoyed iced cut-out sugar cookies, chocolate crinkles, Tollhouse bars, molasses spice cookies, and old-fashioned sugar cookies.


That’s happy!

Saturday, December 15, 2018

Winter’s Chill



We turned back our clocks more than a month ago and with that transition, cold weather came to stay in my corner of New Jersey.  Usually, we get a temperate November, with cool nights and mornings but days in the 50s and sometimes the 60s.  This year, I had to search out the mittens and scarves rather early. 

December’s arrival brought more cold and days quickly growing shorter as we seem to be racing toward the Winter Solstice.  I have an app on my iPad that tells me the sunrise and sunset times; we’re heading toward the point in the season when I obsessively refresh it to see just when I can expect daylight after 5 pm.

I have candles and fairy lights all over the house.  I turn them on as soon as I get home and they bring light to the chilly evenings.  I tuck under warm blankets on the sofa with a cat on my lap and a book in my hand.  Soon enough, garden catalogs will fill my mailbox to keep me company in the evenings.  Until then, I’m grateful for the blessings of sunshine on cold days.  When the light arrives, I look up at the branches of Old Man Tree, glad for the blue sky in this the restful season.


Thursday, December 13, 2018

Throwback: Year 17


By this time next week, JT will be home from college for his first Winter Break.  The floor will creak with his steps above and the laundry basket will rapidly fill up.  It will be nice to hear his voice and laughter in the house.  I plan to be well-stocked with cookies and taco suppers.  I started these Thursday posts about JT growing up because I thought they would help me to adjust to my new life as the mama of a college boy.  They’ve turned out to be a happy set of memories and that’s been sweet.

2017, the year JT turned 17, was a lesson in letting go.  It was also a year of running everywhere to watch JT run.  The New Year started with an early morning 5k race.  


In August, he joined some friends and his RPS coach for a mud run.


He spent a lot of time with the lovely A and their laughter filled our home.


2017 was filled with the planning to send this boy off to college.  He drove himself to school on the first day of his Senior year; the first time in 14 years that I went to the first day of school without him.  A lot of the year was that way, an adjustment to his coming departure to college.


In the fall, we visited Springfield College for a second time and I knew then that he would go to school there.


 It was the year that demonstrated the power of running in his life.  He ran and ran and ran, often finishing in the top tier of racers and nearly always besting his time.  It was a pleasure to watch him find such joy in racing, a glimpse into his future as the young man who was once my little boy.



Wednesday, December 12, 2018

Christmas Tree


The tradition of a piney Christmas tree is one of the most lovely parts of the season.  I love the smell that envelops the house when the tree comes inside.  I chose this year's tree on Friday night and on Saturday morning we brought it inside.


T helped me to secure it in the stand and then she cut the mesh off so that the branches could unfurl.


Lights were added.


On Sunday evening, T put hooks on the ornaments and I hung them on the tree.  Each year, the ornaments bring on a flood of happy holiday memories.  When the happy task is complete, the tree is lovely.


Presents have been added and more will join them before Christmas morning. All of it is a sweet-smelling reminder of the many blessings we enjoy.  That’s happy!

Tuesday, December 11, 2018

December 11: Pretty Packages


The wrapping season has begun and now that the Christmas tree is up, I take time each evening to wrap a package or two. 


 These are the first two presents under the tree; more will follow.  That’s happy!



Monday, December 10, 2018

Small Celebrations


One of the things I most enjoy about December are the small traditions that feel like tiny celebrations of the season: the carved snowmen in the window sill.


A garland and lights on the stair railing.


Candlelight and wooden carved trees I’ve had since I lived in Los Angeles.


Pretty ribbons to tie around packages.


A holiday mug for my morning coffee.


A sprig of cranberry tucked in a plant.


The list is long and lovely.  The older I get, the more that these little traditions become the beating heart of my Christmas celebration.  Eventually, the Christmas tree will be decorated and presents piled underneath it.  There will be holiday meals and the laughter of loved ones.  These big celebrations will be happy.  But it it is in the little moments of December that I find the peaceful spirit of the season.

Saturday, December 08, 2018

December Front Porch



After the squirrel feeding frenzy that was the November front porch, December is a snack-free porch zone.  Instead, there is greenery, pinecones, and lights.


My town loves holiday lights and come December the homes are lit up in celebration.  Twilight arrives early in December and the lights are a cheerful welcome as I drive home in the fading light.  My porch has a string of Edison lights on a timer so that the twilight on the porch is less dark


My home welcomes me inside with the smell of evergreen.


So far, December has been cold.  There hasn’t been snow but were it to fall, it would certainly stick.  This weekend I will decorate the Christmas tree and put up the decorations in the house.  The porch is the advance guard in my celebration and that’s quite happy!



Friday, December 07, 2018

All Tacos, All the Time


It is no secret that mine is a taco household.


In November, my Etsy trolling turned up a wooden sign that is the most perfect thing for me ever.


T and JT gave it to me for my birthday and a few weeks back, T helped me to hang it up in the dining room.


The next time JT comes home, there will be chicken tacos because that’s what I do.  



Thursday, December 06, 2018

Throwback Year 16



The year that he turned 16 was the year that JT really discovered running.  They’d been acquainted for a some time, of course.  As a little boy he had asked me why anyone would walk when they could run.  But 16 year old JT took it to a whole new level.  In June, T, JT, and I made a trip to Missouri and watched some baseball.  



Much to our surprise, JT ran each day of that vacation.  We came home and he kept running.  By the time August arrived, he’d developed a daily habit.  Every morning he’d wake up and go outside to stretch and run.


He started the fall Cross Country season running in the middle of the JV team.  He ended it as the fastest runner on the team.


The hard work paid off in wrestling as well.  The season began with 6 am runs on the trails outside the gym at school and it featured some nice wins in matches.


I enjoyed cheering him on, of course.  But my enduring memory of the year was the realization that my boy had found a powerful thing for himself.  Living with a 16 year old always has challenges but many of them were eased by miles and miles of running, where JT found direction and contentment.