Tuesday, December 10, 2013

It’s still the little things


That brighten a day.

Waking up feeling sad for not being there for a family member; but being relieved and glad not to make a long trip.
Looking out to find fog, but knowing that the sun will break through later.
Following the normal routine, yet brightened by a conversation in the coffee shop.
Going about one’s day, nothing extraordinary planned, yet every bit of it precious by dint of being here to enjoy it.

The cheap ceramic Christmas Tree – yet it is a reminder of the season and being run on battery not in danger of harming anyone if I inadvertently forget to turn it off.


Monday, December 9, 2013

To thy own self be true, or…


Following ones heart or intuition.

I was brought up in a generation where we were more or less taught (if not verbally, certainly by example and implication) that most everyone else’s needs came before ours: that the polite thing to do was to be accommodating; that we “owed” a lot to anyone in the family or close circle of friends and to be available – always – for others.

I am either growing up, or growing more egotistical.
I should have (note the should – although I am trying to follow someone else’s suggestion of replacing “should” with “could”, I am often not very successful – yet another blog) made a trip to be with my in-laws this week – celebrating an important birthday with my sister-in-law.  A 7-hour train ride each way and a few days there.

Recent events (some too horrible to write about), however, have gotten me down and I was starting to resent having (again note the “have” instead of “could” or “privilege”) to go; to putting on a cheerful face when I am not in the slightest inclined to do so; to putting others (perceived?) comfort before my own; in short to sublimating my own feelings in the service of sparing others.

After a long discussion yesterday with my younger son and his girlfriend, of their repeating back to me what I was articulating, of judicious questions as to why I felt the way I did, there were a couple of remarks that had me thinking, in particular when my son said, “Mom why don’t you apply what you have taught us? Listen to yourself, believe in your feelings – whether others agree or not, your own thoughts are important and you should come number one in your own plans”.

Now, was the phone call to my in-laws to say that I wasn’t coming easy? No. Did all the attempts to make me feel guilty (“I was so looking forward to it, everyone will be there, we may never all be together again”)work?  Yes. However, I held firm, knowing that someone who was liable to get teary at many remarks or thoughts was not going to add to the party. That, at this point in my life, I couldn’t spare the week just to please someone else, be they ever so close and that for once I needed to take care of myself.

I will go in the spring when my older son has time and can accompany me.
If it is not the perfect solution, it is a compromise in between other’s needs and mine.
Selfish? Some will see it that way. In my present mood I choose to label it Self-preservation. Remember, one can only be as good to others, as one is to oneself.

This above all: to thine own self be true; And it must follow, as the night the day; Thou canst not then be false to any man.
William Shakespeare, 'Hamlet,' Act I, Scene iii

Ceramic heart from Harmony, California

Saturday, December 7, 2013

It’s the little things… 2


So having written my previous blog – and feeling much better about myself and life in general, it was getting on for 1 p.m. and I decided that perhaps I had best wander up to the kitchen for my salmon and green bean salad.

I arrive, look towards the kitchen and found a wonderful gourmet meal in preparation – and three plates already on the table!

One of those wonderful, unexpected things that can only happen if you have others around. Thanks Chef R! It truly is the little attentions that make life so much richer – and no, I am not talking about the calories in the meal, which was actually not only tasty, but healthy as well.


The little people or...


It’s not only the little things.


I woke up in a foul mood this morning and although I had valid reasons for feeling the way I did, I still warned my housemate of the situation one for which she was in no way responsible (and I won’t bore my readers, however some of it involved Fatca!).



Off for my usual coffee with a friend, but as she too has many problems there was no light to be had there.



Fortunately the sun was shining so I proceeded to run an errand in France, returning to my own post office to pick up the mail and mail something in return. Here, a happy turn of events (the usual long line – in spite of the fact that the post office will be closing down due to “decreasing letters, packages and bill payments”, but what could one expect, they became a private entity this past June so no longer a public service, but rather a private-for-profit company) led me to going down to the larger post office in the next village down.



Now, it wasn’t the post office per se – although I was able to get more accomplished there than usual – but rather the fact that I had forgotten that one of my neighbors has a Christmas stall in the public space in front of said post office: Christmas shopping now done! That perked me up a bit: a little thing.



But even that – as lovely as it was – is not what I was thinking of whilst writing the title of this blog.  At that stand I ran into an acquaintance: one of whom I call the “little people”. Not because of their size, nor yet because of any lack of importance, but rather because they are one of those people with whom one exchanges a hello, how are you, without always knowing their name or who they are: one of those people who, if they go missing for awhile, one wonders – where did X go?



I actually do know the first name of this particular woman and we hadn’t seen each other for some time so we got to chatting (I’m not my father’s daughter for nothing), first about the lovely items on the stand, then about “how are you” etc. I, in my bad mood, complained of all the problems that I had had, and it came out that she hadn’t had such a good year either and would be glad to see the New Year.  At this point I was feeling a bit ashamed as she is an elderly woman and I could well imagine the health problems that she might have had. Yet, in spite of that - and I have never seen her frown - she said something that struck me and totally changed my mood: “yes we have had bad things this year, but we’re still here”. It’s quite often the little things said by the “little” people that contain the kernels of wisdom.



So in spite of any perceived problems, or any very real ones for that matter, one thing should remain uppermost in our minds.



“Yes, but we are still here”.

Thursday, December 5, 2013

My Christmas List


Not needing anything this year has me scrambling for ideas for gifts so that I can at least look like I might want something.

After D-L and Rick’s experience at “Master of Complications” (http://theexpatwriter.blogspot.ch/2013/12/master-of-complications.html and
I have added that watch to my list, but now I have found something even better – and more useful – this lovely antique secretaries desk.  I would even be willing to make a mini-museum in the cellar dedicated to it: gorgeous. http://www.youtube.com/embed/MKikHxKeodA?rel=0

But will probably have to settle for the gift to myself of a clean and clear lawn, hedges and trees.  The bin below holds 20 m* of shrubbery – and it’s completely full. Loved the gardener that did the work as he brings his (guessing about 80 or more) father along with him and keeps him busy raking up the leaves, trimmings from the hedge etc. So nice to see children finding valorizing and creative ways of keeping their parents involved in everyday life!



On second thought – and just in case – I love Auer chocolates and am even ready for some new Smartbox gift certificates!

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Shenanigans amongst the animals.


Silly humans – thinking that they could leave us “home alone” and find us all properly in our places upon their return.  Even Y-Bear couldn’t stop us from swinging from the rafters! He was too little so couldn’t get anywhere and returned to his own quarters leaving Petite Cougar desperately trying to follow HH, HB and Scooby-2.  Bunnies can hop real well, Scooby-2 managed part of the jumps then chickened out as he has some vertigo – and is now afraid to climb down



HH and HB love their lofty position and will lord it over the rest until such a time as “their” humans find them and get them under control. J and Y-Bear are having fun watching them trying to figure it out. Taking pity on them and posting these pictorial clues.







 

Y-Bear takes charge.


Normally Y-Bear is a very shy and retiring fellow, well hidden in the comfort of his own room where he is pampered by the mistress of the house, but the ruckus at various times was getting a bit much and so he decided, with a heavy heart, that he must take on the responsibilities that go with maintaining law and order in his domain - or perhaps even join in?

He may be small, but he managed to stop the charge up the steps of Petite Cougar, Herr Hare, Hunny Bunny and Scooby 2, son of Scooby-who-absconded-to-the-USA leaving behind a broken-hearted Petite Cougar and less-but-still-insulted Lady Leopard. Note that even Scooby-2’s pleading didn’t get them anywhere.