What a beautiful mid-December day we had going for us here in Southeast Michigan – you couldn’t ask for better weather if you still had holiday shopping to do, outside decorating or a festive party to attend.
It seems, through the years, whenever I had occasion to get all dressed up for a Winter holiday party, it was either brutally cold or a sloppin’ mess outside. I’d be shivering and carrying my strippy little sandals while slogging through the slush and snow in big ol’ boots.
This morning, enroute to my destination, in the next block over, I had a feel-good moment, and I had to smile to myself. The yellow ribbon around the big tree out front worked!
On Memorial Day, I wrote about this family that had fastened yellow ribbons on a tree and porch posts in the front of their home. They had a service star in the window and a sign out front indicating they had a son in the service. (http://lindaschaubblog.net/2014/05/26/im-in-a-sunshine-state-of-mind/)
A few weeks ago, I noticed the latter two items were missing, yet the ribbons remained. Puzzled, I wondered what was up and hoped for the best. Every time I passed the house, I looked over to see if anything was amiss. Today I saw a huge hand-made sign “Welcome Home Justin” … ah, relief. I don’t know these people but I’m happy they have their son home for the holidays – maybe for good.
As I continued to wend my way down to Council Point Park, I saw several different men, up on a ladder and stringing those beautiful icicle lights, or people visible in the front window dressing their Christmas trees. A few of them waved. As the holiday nears, the more friendly that people are – for the most part anyway.
After yesterday’s encounter at the Park, I decided to keep a low profile and commune with nature only.
At the grocery store the other day I bought an extra-long loaf of bread to break up for the ducks. That constituted one huge bag of bread chunks plus the usual Ziploc packages of peanuts. I arrived looking like a bag lady, but, hey – the critters don’t care. They just like the goodies.
The Park was serene and tranquil and not a ripple in the Creek. Quickly I went to the log where the ducks congregate and started tossing them bread. The rustic-type bread really works better because this stuff was a little gummy and congealed, so I hope they liked the bread balls because that’s what they got. I guess so, since they gobbled them right up.
The squirrels weren’t picky either and positioned themselves near my feet while I was feeding the ducks to ensure I didn’t escape without tendering some goodies from the other bag. It made me feel good – I was right in my element. They are smart little buggers because they know they can hurry up and stash what I give them the first time, because I’ll make the circle around another time or two … yup, just like The Terminator, I’ll be back.
Two times around the entire Park and the trip back-and-forth chocked up another five miles for today … in fact, I was enjoying my walk so much, that when I got closer to home, I walked the perimeter around Memorial Park as well, adding another mile to my tally.
When I returned home, I conceded, somewhat half-heartedly, that the Christmas decorations inside looked a little lackluster, and perhaps I should break down and put something else out. So begrudgingly, I hauled out a few more holiday doodads.
Finally, I made my way over to the laptop and logged on, checking in with work first. I had an e-mail from Robb, a picture sent from the Blackberry of the office Christmas decorations. So, while normally it is a portal that connects me to my desktop, today it was a porthole to the office. It reminded me of the old-fashioned Christmas scenes of the children peering into the toy store window. This was my first glimpse of the office in over five years. I enlarged the picture to get a better look.
All the offices at Stroh River Place, have glassed-in “living rooms” as they are referred to. There are rules and regs about what you can and cannot put there since everyone can see in.
Robb likes the character Don Quixote and there are statues of DQ all over the office. The largest one is up front – Don Quixote on his donkey. It appears it has garlands wrapped around it. I wasn’t really sentimental over this picture, though I spent six years’ time there after Robb and I left the Firm. I really love my work-from-home gig. I haven’t even seen Robb in over two years – we communicate by e-mail or he mails me work to do and we talk every day on the phone, sometimes several times a day.
Of course I was critical of the decorations, thinking it needed a woman’s touch, to make it more festive (sorry guys). That used to be my job, plus I decorated my own office with a small Christmas tree with miniature ornaments and lights, and a wreath on my door. I wondered what happened to the fake, gaily-wrapped presents that I used to place under the two trees. One tree was Robb’s, and the other was mine. I e-mailed him back, with an Attaboy “good job Robb!” because, to be truthful, woman’s touch or not, my own holiday décor looked a little lame next to the cheerful lights and golden garlands he had going.
And what did you do today for 12/13/14, the last sequential date of our lifetime?