|A favorite nook at home right now.|
1. I was really touched when the receptionist at Peabody's physical therapist's office actually came out from behind her counter and sat next to me this morning to say, "Last week when you were here, you didn't seem like your usual cheerful, funny self. I've been thinking about you all week. Is everything okay?" Pretty amazing, huh? You just never know who is out there actually *seeing* and caring about you.
Her sweet gesture made my morning, and I told her so. And you can bet that the next time someone seems off to me, I'll set aside my fear of offending him or her with over-familiarity and reach out. Because you really can't overestimate the power of just being kind, particularly in this busy, stressy season.
2. You Southerners would not BELIEVE the noises a house makes when the outside temperature falls below 0° like it is here right now. Last night around midnight,Al and I both shot up out of the bed, our eyes wide and our hearts playing PA-RUM-PUM-PUM-PUM at 75 RPM, as we were brought to immediate fully-alert status by a sound like the crack and thump of your grandaddy's 45 year old oak tree collapsing onto the shed out back.
Al tip-toed out of the room and looked all over the place, shivering as he shone the light from his iPhone like a lantern, (I am SO going to knit this man a night-cap some day, for full effect in scenes like this one) but came back to report he'd found exactly nothing wrong, anywhere. We heard similar terrifying noises off and on all night, but the sub-zero dawn revealed even more nothing. It's just cold, y'all. I'm surprised the house didn't shrink to the size of an outhouse overnight with all that contracting.
3. I do not know how I ever Christmas shopped before Amazon Prime came into my life. Did I actually get dressed and leave the house for that? Because that doesn't sound like something the current Megan even consider doing. Besides, I'm guessing the shop clerks would probably frown at my threadbare pajamas and my Nutella mustache, but Amazon? Just looks right past all that and politely asks me where I'd like this item shipped. That's customer service, friends.
And guess what? It's December 10th, and I'm all done shopping. Clickity, clackity, DONE. ::blows smoke off Visa card and returns it to its holster:: How are y'all doing? Done? Almost there? Haven't started?
4. I woke up Monday morning just as this raced into my bedroom and pulled up beside the bed, followed immediately by my two crazy kids. And the thing is, my head had about completely spun off my neck not 24 hours earlier as I'd yelled at them about one of those things that drives every mother crazy and makes us all yell. (Ironically, I can't remember what the thing was that to did that made me completely lose my &^%$.) I truly thank God for these kids who manage to still love me despite the fact that I run out of patience and throw full-on hissy fits with truly unfortunate regularity.
5. And lastly, listen in on a conversation I had this week with Peabody, as he sang along to "Santa Claus is Coming to Town" on my Pandora Christmas jazz station:
Him: … so be good for goodness sake. Oh, you better… (trails off) Hey MO-O-OM! I'm gonna thumbs down this song!
Me: Why, bud? That song is about Santa. You just told me this morning you LOVE Santa.
Matthew (panicky): I did, but dis song says HE KNOWS IF I'VE BEEN BAD!
Me: But if you keep listening, it also says he knows if you've been good. Have you been good?
Him: Yeah. BUT I'VE BEEN BAD TO BEAN AND NOW HE KNOWS IT. I'm RUINED. Oh, what am I gonna do?
Me: Hmm. I don't know, maybe think twice before you're bad to your sister again? There's probably time to change Santa's opinion.
Him: I LOVE HER SO MUCH. SHE'S MY BEST FRIEND.