A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water. -Carl Reiner
I think the snow is beautiful – but I tend to agree with mr Reiner… So does my cat!
This winter I’ve been so happy we had a green winter. For the first time in years, we were not buried in snow, and I have not been using half of my spare time to shuffle snow and the other half on getting my back to function again.
This winter has been great. I have not had any accidents with my car, and I’ve found my car every day. I must admit, I have heard some of my friends wishing for snow, talking about the great pleasure they find in skiing and how decorative the snow is… And I’ve quickly removed them from my contact-lists!
Well, this last week, someone has shown me that my former-friends have had better contacts with the weather-makers, because their wishes have been granted. And not only have we now snow, all the snow that were supposed to come bit by bit over the winter season, have now arrived. And continues to arrive, as we speak…
I want to scream and I can’t understand why people can’t learn: Careful What You Wish For!
Because when you wish for snow, you wish for days like these:
This is what we get:
And it’s a lot of hard work to find your car:
And I admit, snow can be decorative, especially in gardens:
Well, this is my garden today:
Yoy see the pawtracks from my cats, maybe they like to play in the snow?
Well, neither of them like this white stuff, anyway. You can see he screams “Let me in!”
So, this is todays message: Be Careful What You Wish For! Christmas is far far away even if it seems like we live in a Christmas Card right now.
This is an illusion:
This Christmas I got a new jewellery box. It was one I saw online and I told my Dad that I had a Christmas wish. Normally I don’t get that expensive gifts from him anymore, but this year was a bit different.
Last Christmas, I didn’t get anything from him. My Dad is in his eighties, and he has never been very much into the gift scene. It was always my Mom that picked up our birthday and Christmas gifts, and for her, the act of giving was her language of love. All the presents she bought were well thought on, and they were always beautiful wrapped and decorated, and very often accompanied by a lovely poem or some good words on a card.
That was her thing. I’ve never expected my Dad to pick up my Moms traditions, when she passed away some years ago. And he has been brutally honest and said that he does not know what to do with present, and he has asked me for help. So I help him with presents.
And there are a lot of presents, especially for Christmas. I have two brothers, both married, and they both have two sons. And I have my sister, also married, and she has four children. The two eldest are married as well, and one of them has a baby-daughter. And then there is my aunt, my Moms sister. So all in all, I arranged 20 presents for him at Christmas.
I thought I had remembered everything, I bought wine and books for my brothers, theatre tickets for my sisters-in-laws, toys for the kids, educational board games, music and other wishes were granted. But I forgot about myself.
When Christmas Eve came, and I didn’t get a gift from my Dad, my feelings took me on a roller-coaster ride that was unexpected for me. I felt unappreciated, I felt overlooked. I felt like I was five years old, and didn’t get to play with my elder siblings. And in the middle of my hurt feelings, I also felt ridiculous.
I’m a grown woman. My Dad is an old man. I should not expect him to think of a gift for me. But then again, I am hurt that nobody in my big family could think of asking him if he needed help to buy me a gift. I have a sister and two sister-in-laws, and I have two brothers, and they all can find their way to the mall in the pre-Christmas spirit and time. They just didn’t think about it. Maybe they thought that someone else would do it. They probably thought my Dad thought about it.
So, even though I still think somebody should have helped him, I’m not indulging in bad and sad feelings. But, when I saw this beautiful jewellery box in an internet store, I decided to ask for it.
Of course he said yes. He is a kind man, and if I had told him how hurt I was last year, he would have been really upset. As I said, I’m a grown woman. And sometimes, especially around Christmas time, I feel like a little girl.
So I bought the jewellery box online, paid for it myself, and went to the post and fetched it when it was delivered. I did not open the carton it was in, but I used a roll of wrapping paper to make a beautiful gift as the one my Mom used to give me.
The reason I wanted a Jewellery Box was my mother’s jewellery. If you have read my blog earlier, you will now that last spring, my siblings and I emptied and sold our childhood home. As a part of that process my sister and I divided our mom’s jewellery. She had quite a lot, and looking through her boxes, was a long trip down memory lane for both of us. There were the ear-rings that she always wore for Christmas; there were her pearls she used when she went to funerals or business dinners. And there were the brooches that we used to play with, when we played with our Barbie dolls, and they got dressed up for a big event.
We divided everything, and I was really proud to be the new owner of some of her most precious pieces. Not that they were all that precious money-wise, but in memory. I know my sister had the same feelings, and with three daughters she also had someone to pass them on to. That’s why I let her take all the rings, and most of the brooches. I only wanted pieces that I had a strong memory of, or that I saw I could use today, to accessorise my outfits.
In the process of tidy up and empting our childhood house, I also found my old jewellery boxes; the one with the turning ballerina and the ones that my aunt has painted for me. They were filled with my childhood jewellery and a lot of plastic creations from my youth in the 80s. So all in all, I suddenly had seven small and four bigger jewellery boxes, all filled with things.
That’s why the big, fresh and new jewellery box was so appealing to me.
When I asked for the jewellery box, I explained to my Dad that I felt I had so many nice pieces of jewellery, and I needed a storage place for them all. He thought it was a splendid idea, and told me to order it, and make it a present to me from him.
I did. And I used most of the evening on the 25.of December to move into my new box. It has to be mentioned here that in our country we give the gifts for Christmas on Christmas Eve the 24.th, so when I was home again, in my beautiful and silent home, I had my favourite Christmas movie on the telly, and I was covering the couch and my coffee table with all the things I found in my boxes.
I felt like moving into a new home, and it was almost as I could feel their excitement of getting a new place to stay. The beautiful gold-pieces I have from my mother moved into the top floor of my box. The ones that were sparkly and silver went into the next “floor” just beyond the penthouse. I also put the small jewellery that I got when I was a baby in that floor. My crazy bling and souvenir pieces from my travelling around the world went into the left pocket of my box. In the right pocket of the box, I got all the jewellery for my Norwegian folkloric costume. All my earrings went into the first floor of the box, and the last floor is made out of a special travelling box, that can be taken out of the box. In there I put some everyday jewellery, and my watches.
And then the “Inn” was full. I looked at the rest of my treasures on my coffee table, and divided them into “thrash” and “fun presents for little nieces”. I kept the two small heart-boxes my aunt has painted for me, and in there I put brooches in the first one and an especially ugly necklace in the other one. My Mom loved that necklace; she called it the “American” one, even though we all knew she had bought it on the ferry to Denmark. I don’t like it, and there are no room for it in my new jewellery box. But it’s not thrash and not a suitable gift for young girls. It’s a memory, and it fits into a heart shaped hand painted memory box.
My new jewellery box was a present from my Dad. It is filled with presents from my Mom. And it’s filled with memories of a happy childhood and a good life. And when I look at my dresser where my beautiful white jewellery box is reigning, I feel organized and grown up, but most of all I feel blessed and thankful. I love my new jewellery box.
Today I’ve done something most people think it’s a bit early to do…I’ve taken out my Christmas tree and tidy up all my season decorations that have been giving us that Christmassy feeling these last couple of weeks…
I have a tradition to do this on January 1.st, and I as much as I love Christmas, I also love the fresh feeling of new beginnings on this day. And I take my time when I put my Christmas ornaments away.
My Christmas ornaments are not only decorations for me. They are also a walk down memory lane, and a travel around the world.
Since then my collection has grown, and this year I got a white sandal from one of my best friends added. She had bought it in a Christmas marked in Sweden, and I love that another contributed to my shoe collection.
In 2004 I was in Cairo, Egypt, and in the middle of a busy marked I found a golden shoe. It looked like it was the one Cinderella lost, and I paid probably a lot more than it was worth, to take it home to my Christmas tree. Two years after, I found my first Christmas bag for my tree, and a matching silver shoe. These two I bought in Oslo, so they are the only one from my own country.
In 2007 one of my friends found a glass bag in a Christmas marked in Germany, and knowing my love for handbags, and also my love for originally Christmas ornaments, she bought it for me. This was the same year my niece bought me the second silver shoe, which she found in a marked in the south of France.
I went to the same marked a year later, and found a silver booth.
My silver sandal, I bought in Athen, Greece. The lady, who sold it to me, told me that the sandal would bring me happiness, and she was right, every time I look at my tree, I feel happy.
My Chinese purple shoe from 1998 was a single colourful shoe of my collection for a long time, until I found a matching pair in Amsterdam, adding one red and one green shoe.
And now my handbags and shoes are all put away, together with hearts and angels. It’s January first, I’ll see them again in 11 months’ time.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Two weeks ago I got the message I was hoping for from my publisher; YES! They said yes to publish my second book, and we still have hope to do so before Christmas.
The new book is a new book of poems, and this time the poems are divided into five themes. My first book was also a book of poems, called “3898 words about life”
Earlier this year, me and my siblings emptied and cleaned out our childhood home, because my Dad moved into a retirement apartment. In this process we found a lot of our childhood memories, and I have written a little bit about it here. We also found several of my Moms poems and songs that she’s been writing over the years.
My siblings gave me all of those, saying “take care of these” and I put them in a corner table in my living room and in a corner of my mind. Late this summer I started reading the poems and I was stunned by the beauty of my Moms writing. There were poems she had been writing before she got married to my Dad in 1955. And there were poems she has written as a response on the war in Vietnam, the assassination of President Kennedy and when hunger, tsunamis and international politics have left innocent people suffer.
In an attempt to share these poems with my siblings and her grandchildren, I started copying them into a word-document. That’s when I realized that the way I write poems, is similar to my Moms technique. And what we have written about is also in resemblance, even though I have not written so much about international affairs, I have a poem about Malala, and we have both written about the how we need to do more to help suffering children and their families.
So this book is a book of two voices, my mom’s and mine. 50 poems from 60 years, written from 1953 – 2013. I’m so excited about this project and so proud. And I know my Mom would have been as proud and as happy, hopefully she knows.
And by here, I mean in my living room. We’ve all seen the signs of Christmas in the stores since October. I love Christmas, and I’m so glad to find my Christmas ornaments and decorations, and give my house a Christmas make-over.
And then, there is the tree. I found one extra slim this year, tall and slim, and perfect in my living room. I’ve been buying Christmas ornaments since I was a teen-ager, and I have quite a collection of special ornaments. I have the regular harts and angels, and some bowls, but I also have some beautiful shoes and handbags 🙂
I wish you all a Happy Happy Christmas!
We are in the Christmas season. It was to be expected, the stores have been telling us about this upcoming holiday since October, and after the shells were cleared of Halloween costumes and gadgets, the gnomes, Santa clauses and angels moved in. Yes, and the reindeers, mustn’t forget them.
I love Christmas! I do, but I don’t love all the hype around presents and forced traditions. I spoke to a friend of mine yesterday that were having a meltdown because her kids had ruined her day of Christmas baking. She always have a baking day on December 4.th because it’s two days before her own birthday, and as a family tradition they always makes the first Christmas cakes and fondants ready.
It sounds like a good tradition, but I imagine that it is a living hell. I’ve met her kids. And even though we all knew this, my friend experienced hands on that there is a time for Christmas baking with your kids, and there is a time where you want to move on. Or your kids want to move on. When they make decorations that have the shape of a penis instead of the usual angel, it’s time to let go of the tradition.
My friend regrets that she didn’t listen to the arguments before they started. She had this false tradition, and she forced her kids to endure yet another Christmas baking day, together with their grandmother, -her mother in law.
Now she’s really looking forward to spending Christmas together with the same Mother-in.law… Luckily there are twenty more days until Christmas. Her Mother-in.law has probably started smiling again before then. And maybe even her kids have stopped giggling.