Yes, bed is where I should be right now, especially since there is work in the morning, a daughter to love, and a husband to care for. But I don’t want to go to sleep.
It used to be that I loved sleep the way that Sleeping Beauty embraced it. Lately, sleep hasn’t been as inviting an option. I don’t know if it’s that life is busy and so I spend too much time engaged in activities (like blogging) that aren’t as interesting or if . . . . screw it, I’m going to bed.
It’s such a simple word. It’s also a bastardization of the phrase “Fare thee well,” which is a more meaningful way to say goodbye. Not only am I saying goodbye, I am wishing you well as you continue on – at least until we meet again.
This has been a year of farewells and goodbyes. We said goodbye to our cat Lucy in October. Liver failure and diabetes, both of which had been unnoticed, finally demanded to be noticed and her life was better not extended. As of tonight, we’re looking at saying farewell to my dog Iris, who has been sweet and loyal, but unfortunately not good around Lily as Lily has entered the active movement stage of life.
It’s difficult. It’s easier to do when we know that she’s going to awesome people who love her lots. It’s easier when it’s farewell rather than goodbye.
By far the funniest thing Matt and I heard from a child was when we were leaving the Bellagio one late night. A child and his parents (I think it might have just been his mom) were walking back into the hotel and he said “It’s miles past my bedtime.”
We didn’t know if he was from far away or if he just mixed up minutes with miles, but whenever we are really tired we quote this unknown boy.
I refuse to link my Facebook and WordPress accounts to other sites, but WP is promoting this site, http://www.plinky.com, which provides a daily prompt to get the writing flowing. While I will not link to Plinky in order to shamelessly promote my thoughts, I have bookmarked the site for my own writing and for prompts for my students.
Here’s today’s Plinky question – “If you could go back and relive one day of your life, which one would it be? And why?”
Oh, there are so many possible answers for this one. I could say that I would like to relive the day Peter died. I’d really like for his death never to have happened, but what could I have done differently that day? It was the end of a good trip to Vegas and the trip home with friends was entertaining – I can’t let one horrific phone call shatter my otherwise pleasant memories. I’ve often though that the one event, not day, that I would like to relive and change would be that day when I punched a young Mr. Gregory (I’ve forgotten his first name) for doing nothing other than standing in the hallway of my childhood home. Would I go back and relive my wedding day, probably. What about March 25th of this year – most definitely!
Out of all the possible days to relive, I think I would ask to relive any of the ones where I was not productive. Maybe I didn’t think, didn’t act, didn’t influence – whatever I didn’t do, I’d like to relive the day and have the chance to do.
I love good gifts (not Shakespeare’s kind of “good gifts” although M. enjoys those)! I love giving them more than I love receiving them, but by a very small margin. I am very lucky that I have the opportunity to give a gift at the end of this month and I have enjoyed scouting out the gifts I think she will enjoy and then planning how to represent those gifts with something smaller. It’s been a lot of fun!
Somehow, in the last few years, gift cards have made up the majority of my gift-giving experiences. I know that others enjoy gift cards – it’s easier to amass a small fortune from lots of different people than it is to expect one person to purchase an expensive item – but it removes the excitement from gift giving. And it makes me consider my friends and family less as individuals and more as bland gift receptacles.
Let me illustrate this further. Yesterday M. and were out shopping at Babies R’ Us and the discussion turned to an upcoming child’s birthday. We tossed around the idea of a gift card to everyone’s favorite toy store where a “kid can be a kid” because then he (and his parents) can choose just the right gift that he wants. Then I started looking at summertime play activity tables and I thought about all the fun that he could have with one. And because I was now thinking about a particular type of gift, I had to consider many things about this precocious boy and his parents. What specific activities does he like? Is he more of a builder or a destroyer? Does he like to make things move through different mediums or does he want to shape the mediums? How much space will this take up and do his parents have that type of space (and are they willing to give it over to a big toy)? And I have to answer my questions with what I already know – that he and his mom like being outdoors, but their current space isn’t big enough to have some of the traditional yard toys; that a new baby is on the way, so having something in the yard might be nice for when he needs time to play but mom isn’t feeling up to packing everyone up for an outing; that electronic toys are less appreciated than other types of toys (and we’ve been trying to make sure that we don’t buy him electronic toys).
I could have just bought a gift card. It would have been easier. Instead I’ve asked his parents for the gifts that they would like him to have and made the suggestion of an activity table. They may come back with that they would like a gift card, but even if they do, I was able to consider my friends deeply as I contemplated a gift for their son. And contemplating the desires, habits, and personalities of those who fill our days is not an activity that we seem to be willing to spend much time doing – unless such contemplation is necessary to our own needs. But we should do it, for exactly the same reasons that we should listen closely and carefully – attentiveness is one of the keys to living well.