Saturday, December 27, 2008

Announcing...(ta dum!) the "Theme" for 2009...

I do not do New Year's resolutions--no lists of what I will or won't do or objectives to take me along a tidy path to an ultimate goal. Instead, many years ago, I started declaring a "theme" for the year. I know that I am not the only person who does something like this and it has been a fun way for me to focus in on things that matter to me. Some years are really tough and it is all I can do to come up with something very simple (there was the year my only theme was to try to do a better job at keeping the refrigerator cleaned out), and other years I feel a bit more ambitious. When I turned 30, I made up my mind that I would spend the year writing 30 hand-written letters. The other night while I was talking to my sister, Tricia, on the phone she asked me if I had come up with a focus for 2009 and I was so tickled and flattered that she remembered my game. "Why yes!" I said, "I have..."

The theme for 2009 is something I'm calling the Triple A's: Activism, Activity and Appreciation. I couldn't settle on just one focus so I decided that I'm feeling rather ambitious on the eve of 2009 so I'm going for all three. My recent determination to get more involved and reinvigorate my activism sparks inspired the first A. My recent health changes and the almost-daily exercise and new-found energy inspired the second A, and the final A is really an evolving desire to celebrate all the marvelous gifts and opportunities that move through my life on a daily basis.

Tricia also suggested that I blog a bit about my challenges and experiences as I focus on the Triple A's in '09 and I think that sounds like a marvelous idea. So, periodically, don't be surprised if I wax on a bit about my efforts of activism, activity or share some of my observations and experiences of appreciation. Last year I shared my theme of beginning my art collection (and I am pleased to confess that I acquired several lovely pieces in 2008 and plan to continue working on building my collection) here in the blog and I hope you'll indulge me as I march into 2009 and the year of the Triple A's!

Friday, December 26, 2008

Christmas in the Kitchen...



Anyone who knows me knows that I tend to spend a lot of time in the kitchen. In fact, my kids and I were joking over the Christmas holiday that we should do an art project and collect all the photos over the years of the kids sitting at one side of the counter on stools and me standing on the other. Whether it is cooking, serving up leftovers or preparing the "warm beverage," if there are people in the house, there is a good chance I will be spending a goodly portion of my time in the kitchen. Last year, when I hosted the queer film group for the month of July--every Thursday night, I swear the film buffs spent as much time standing around in my kitchen as they did watching the films!

It is a strange reality of my world and as you can imagine, Christmas was no exception. While Christmas day was rather quiet since my kids all went to see their dad's side of the family on that day, Christmas Eve day was an all-day bustle at my house. The joy for me was that for the first time in a long time, all three of my kids helped with the meal. Having all of us in the kitchen kneading, chopping, stirring and assembling was fantastic! As they get to be better and more confident cooks, they need less direction from me and it just becomes a lot of fun to have cooking companions.

As soon as Lucy's friend Andy arrived and her boyfriend Jacob walked into the house after having to work on Christmas Eve, they both knew that they were welcome to help themselves in the kitchen. I absolutely love that people know there is always plenty and that they can join in, help themselves or wander through and sample in my kitchen.

I am quite certain that my main memories of Christmas 2008 will be associated with the kitchen--making cookies with Lucy, helping Lilly with her homemade gift baskets, making cheater fudge and chocolate-covered pretzels with Stuart and all the meals and mugs of hot cocoa that were rustled up during the month of December--all culminating with our day in the kitchen on Christmas Eve. How lucky am I?!

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Open for Adventure...


I look a bit like a drowned rat but it was raining hard last Saturday night. Lilly and I headed out in search of a vigil and finding it NOT happening, we instead ended up at The Strand/Cozmic Pizza having decaf coffee and getting warm while listening to some African-inspired music. It was a grand adventure and we even had a eerily inspiring run-in with Santa to boot! We laughed and chatted and marveled at how amazing ordinary life can be when one just lets it unfold on its natural course.

I think both Lilly and I are feeling open for adventures--we've shared some parallels recently as we are both working hard on our fitness--trying to improve and focus on healthy eating habits and gradually increasing and challenging ourselves with workouts. Of course, she is much more fit than I and doing an incredible job of getting stronger and more active! It is always nice to know someone who is going through something similar so there can be mutual encouragement and support. Who would have thought that she and I would end up working on the same sorts of things?!

As the year ends and a new one prepares to unfold, I have been thinking a great deal on the past twelve months and trying to take stock in how far I've come. Lilly has been doing some of the same sort of work. We're also both trying to make some plans for the coming year but still stay open to the as-yet-revealed possibilities. It isn't always easy to do, but too much planning can cause a girl to miss some grand adventures. Sometimes the very best things happen when the original plans fall through!

Saturday, December 20, 2008

In Search of...Exercise!

We have had a bit of weather here and the downside is that Lilly, Stuart and I have been getting a little stir crazy with the need for exercise. I've gotten so used to my daily workouts, as has Lilly and Stuart has long been used to long walks and wanders so with snow storms and icy paths--getting fresh air and movement has been a challenge! We whine and crab at each other about it and take any opportunity to get out and get something going. Adding to the frustration has been that the gym at our complex has been quite busy with the competition for the equipment.

Last night, I went out for a walk and ended up jogging circles around the almost-clear sidewalks in our complex for about a half hour but was able to have the treadmill and stairmaster to myself this morning so I am feeling a bit better.

I don't think I'm going to make my second fitness goal which was to lose 40 pounds by the end of the year--I will probably just miss it by a half dozen pounds but as long as I can keep moving, I feel alright. So, while the snow is beautiful and it has been very cozy and wintry; and I have enjoyed all the activity and visits and such--the thing I've really been craving and need to carve out more time for is exercise!

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Holiday Triggers

We're getting down to crunch time with only 7 days to go until Christmas. Alas, my home is bursting at the seams and more to come and I'm still not comfortably ready. At some point, I suppose, a gal just goes with what she's got and tries to make the jolliest of things. This is the time, however, when I start to get triggered. No matter how hard I work to fight off that ancient, subconscious "baggage"--it has a way of snapping open and spilling out its innards right around the winter solstice.

Some of it is that I just get tired--yesterday afternoon after work I stood in line at the grocery store for nearly a half-hour--twenty minutes just to get through a long single line to get in line at a check-out counter (this was after 45 minutes of shopping.) The store was crowded to bursting with people who had been shut in because of the weather and who were trying to get their holiday shopping done before another storm hit. I was right there among them as I knew I was going to have a house full again and the cupboards had been stripped this past weekend by the kids and their friends. I lugged home my five big, canvass shopping bags on the bus, steadying myself as I got off and had to walk the block on icy sidewalks to my townhouse. Fortunately, Stuart was there to help put everything away and as soon as we did that, we immediately started dinner--enough to feed the eventually 5 young adults and myself that were in residence last night.

I feel myself start to get a little blue and I know I am in great company--I've heard so many people confess to the same. For me, there is a history of rugged holidays to work against: first, my childhood holidays that always felt precarious, gloomy and stressful; then the holidays of my twenties and early thirties when I had young children and learned how to handle just about everything from putting up the outside lights to shopping to cards to menu planning and cooking on my own; then a few holidays when my kids went to their dad's and I either tried to spend a disorienting day meeting someone else's expectations or learning how to move through the days alone. In so many ways, I have worked to focus on the appreciation and little joys of the season but there are still those triggers that seem to catch me off guard as the month draws to a close.

It is not the end of the world, however. I go for long walks, tidy the house yet again to keep it from feeling overwhelmingly disoriented with all the activity, try to take the days in stride and stay in the moment, and give myself permission to be human. It is hard NOT to focus on what feels "off" during these final days of another holiday season but I work at it--my task list remains long, I know my kids are depending on me to make another pleasant, cozy, homey holiday for them, I know that I still have to work and that there just won't be the money to do everything I would like to but at this point in the "festivities" the goal becomes to get through it and try not to give in to all those triggers.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Snow Day




We finally got our snow—a thin white fluff tucked into tree branches and piling up on stretches of grass and sidewalks. Nothing, of course, like those studly storms in the Midwest—the kids barely remember them from their childhood; all Lilly can remember was that it was cold and miserable. But, here, this morning, it is quiet and soft as the day gets lighter and lighter—changing from black to grey to white and blue. The air is nice and crisp and at 8:15 a.m. doors are just starting to creep and snap around here. I hear a few heavy footsteps, the shower turn on, the sound of teakettle as it lets me know it is ready for a round of tea and cocoa. A snow day is not nearly as exciting I suppose when there isn’t school to miss. Lucy is already on winter break and Stuart and Lilly have other schedules. It is only me who is calling in “late” to work and even I don’t actually have to be there. Instead, the snow has just made it slow and quiet. We ponder whether we want to get bundled up and go for a walk—I seem to be the main driving force for getting out and experiencing a winter stroll before the little neighborhood kids are up destroying the serenity and the great expanses of brilliant white.

I click away on the laptop from a corner of the couch and Stuart has settled in the big chair with his book. Last night I noticed that with a full house, there are about a half dozen splay-backed books draped over couch arms and settled across the coffee table and the ottoman. Five winter reading people results in at least 7 or 8 books around the house—laid aside for a snack or visit and picked up repeatedly throughout the day whenever the mood strikes.

We are nearly upon the solstice—I feel it—it moves through me thick and slow like cold syrup. The days barely get started and they are over, I wake in the dark and it seems only hours later that it is dark again. We vacillate between feeling stuck and trapped and feeling calm and cozy. Even the long walks in the rain or fog or mist do not totally lift the spirits but the alternative is unbearable. And now the snow has come to remind us that we are, in fact, in the middle of winter—the great frosty midpoint of scarves and boots and blankets.

I have always been a worshiper of seasons—not one season in particular, but giving in to the constant change; embracing the activities and extremes that each season brings. Nothing is more temporary than weather—nothing more constantly changing than the seasons so it seems that if nothing else, truly living means simply giving in to the wonders of each transpiring season. So here we are on a silver morning, with hot tea and cocoa, bundled in sweaters and moving slowly. Even with the beckoning snow, it takes a great deal of effort to crawl out from under warm covers and step into the outside world. We settle against each other and move from the kitchen to the living room to the bathroom and even when we do get out and about, the thoughts of getting back to the hearth are always at hand. I imagine the day will come when I’ll spend the solstice alone, without a houseful (I am well aware that I have reached my mid-point too, just as the year has reached its own), but for now I feel the presence of family, of clan, and try to figure out which of the splay-backed books is mine.

Snow Day Part Two

It is nearly sunset and the house suddenly empties. Everyone has headed off and I take advantage of the break in bodies to do a little cleaning—folding blankets, swapping sheets, throwing a load in the wash, vacuuming both the upstairs and the down and giving the well-walked kitchen floor a good scrubbing with a little Mr. Clean. About 45 minutes of efficient cleaning and the house feels fresh again. I start the dishwasher for the upteenth time in the past couple days. I really can’t image what large families did before electric dishwashers!

The cookie jars are empty and there is trash and recycling to go out—2 jugs of milk and 3 cartons of eggnog. As I’m straightening I also notice both candy dishes are empty—that’s a whole batch of fudge and I don’t even know how much other candy. Amazing.

We still have plenty of snow and there is a rumor of more to come. This is quite unusual for us to have this kind of wintry weather on the valley floor. Rain and flog, yes, but snow, ice and cold, no. We had a time of it trying to scrummage up boots, gloves, hats and warm clothes for everyone when we went out to play in the snow this morning. We just don’t normally need that kind of snow gear here in the mild part of the Pacific Northwest. Lilly thought we looked pretty rag-tag as we traipsed out to see what the storm had left us.

It is quiet again. I take advantage of the chance to sit down in a dim house—tree lights twinkling—and feel a great wave of appreciation for the ordinary moments and for a warm house, plenty of soft places to sit and sleep, the ability to welcome whomever shows up on the doorstep—especially my kids and their friends. There is always more than enough and I love that I have been granted the opportunity to give of myself this way. All the hours of work, the budgeting, the stretching to find extra jobs and knowing that there has to be the flexibility to be available on days like today. It isn’t enough to provide as the sole support and wage earner for my world, I have to be emotionally and physically engaged as well! And yet the rewards are incredible—what an incredible gift!

Sunday, December 14, 2008

The Cozy Joys of a Full House

I have done very little gift shopping and here it is the 14th of December. I'm behind in my consumerism--mostly due to a lack of discretionary income, but there's time. Meanwhile, there have been plenty of festive activities and amazing visits. My kids have been around a lot and I've been absolutely loving the laughter, banter, chaos and coziness of a full house. Lucy has finished her fall term and is watching as the grades are posted, Lilly has been working hard to get all her ducks in a row to go back to college in January, and Stuart has been instrumental in holding things together around the home place--helping with meals and holiday baking, running errands etc.

Yesterday, Stuart and I went out in the chilly "arctic" air to finally see the movie "Milk" and we had a great time--both being quite satisfied with the film. It was an opportunity to not only share time, but talk about Harvey Milk, that period in the gay rights movement and some of my own activist passions about current events. I felt incredibly fortunate to be able to share that with Stu. We had lunch together at the Beer Stein first which was also pleasant. It is sometimes hard for me to believe that little boy who used to hate restaurants so hard has grown into someone who is grand company and open to the adventures of trying new places.

Then, Lucy and I baked Christmas cookies yesterday afternoon--she happened to walk in the door just as I was starting to mix up the batter and we soon had a plate full of colorful sprinkled shapes and had started getting caught up on all her life activities. Last night found all four of us just sitting in the living room for hours talking, singing, telling stories and revisiting some of our "lore" until it was nearly midnight and like the old woman, I was falling asleep on the loveseat.

I savor these times and admit that I cannot imagine my life without my family at the core. To be honest, there isn't anything I would rather do and while my life is full, busy and pretty decently-balanced with a variety of things, there is a special joy that comes with just settling in to a full house. The gift of the simple joy is that we have been through some incredibly bumpy and painful times to get here--that is what makes it all the more marvelous. We are completely imperfect and messy. There are disagreements and differences, jockeying for recognition and acceptance, and we are constantly making room for changes and additions (tonight Lucy's boyfriend Jacob will be joining us), but I really wouldn't have it any other way.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Honoring Individual Paths and Sacred Soul Journeys


I woke this morning thinking of all the movement and "personal work" my three kids have been experiencing. I know I have written before about how amazing I think they all are, but I also feel incredibly appreciative that they "let me in" and allow me to be on the inner circle as they stretch and stumble and move toward adulthood. I have always felt incredibly lucky to be a mom and taken the responsibility as more gift than duty. I remember when I was pregnant which each of my kids, I couldn't wait to actually "meet them" and saw their childhood as a chance to get to know a brand new, unique and amazing person.

So, now they are really stretching their wings and I am dazzled to have a front-row seat. I see my role as supporter, encourager, fan--I know that is not where many parents of evolving teens and young adults see themselves. I do NOT believe that I know what is best for them or that it is my job to judge, shove, shape or chastise. As a matter of fact, I was just explaining to someone yesterday--who am I to actually get in the way of them moving into the lives they are meant to live?

All three of my kids have told me recently that they have confidence I will be there for them unconditionally. I think this is one of the "biggies" where gay parents have a real advantage--having been on the losing end of "conditional" and since most of us have been through having to overcome bigotry, expectations, societal pressures and just feeling like those people closest to us just don't "know us", I think we can rise to the challenge of complete unconditional acceptance and trust in unique paths for our own kids.

As my kids work to figure out who they are and who they want to be and as they look around at a sometimes complicated world and wonder how they can ever find their place in it--I find myself wanting to honor those individual paths and stay out of the way. They are all three so thoughtful, so deep, and filled with a desire to connect and feel connected that I want them to know that I trust them--I believe that they really do know what is best. It definitely won't be a straight and narrow path and why should it be? Life is in the living; the details; the seemingly ordinary tasks and challenges--I have my own life to live so I am quite clear that my job is not to try to make choices for them or to judge, critique or stand in the way of Lucy, Lilly and Stuart experiencing their own individual soul journeys. I get to be their biggest, most devoted fan...

Saturday, December 6, 2008

In the Spirit of Celebration...

As I write this, I am taking a break from "getting ready" for a little gathering I am hosting tonight. There really isn't much to do--just put together the appetizers later this afternoon and run the vacuum one last time. I have returned to "hosting" more after taking a break for a year or so. I got a little burned out a couple years ago as I felt like I was forever organizing and hosting and my world didn't seem too reciprocal. Well, I got over it and decided to embrace the role. Lilly asked me yesterday how many parties I had thrown in my lifetime and it made me cackle. Considering I started when I was about 12, I cannot begin to say. Maybe 50, maybe closer to 100. How lucky have I been?

There is definitely a spirit of celebration swirling around me--whether it is the simple family Thanksgiving, or little potlucks at work, or even wandering the First Friday Art Walk with Lilly last night. It is that time of year when people are bundled, bustly and festive. As part of my focus on making health changes, I am not really drinking alcohol (I'm opening some sparkling cider for Thanksgiving in the photo above) and watching the intake on the "holiday foods." This doesn't mean deprivation or avoiding things I love altogether--just trying to make healthy, moderate choices. So far, the pounds and inches continue to decrease, but again, it is all very moderate and stress-free. The way I see it, it is just one more aspect of life to celebrate. Lilly and I have been having fun supporting and encouraging each other and learning new ways to eat tasty, healthy things.

So much to celebrate--my brilliant, healthy kids; my own health and happiness; the positive life changes made this year; having "enough;" a comfortable home; wonderful true friends both old and new; and I find that right now, I am especially feeling celebratory about the unknown--the future. I think I have absorbed Stuart's motto and am allowing myself to feel truly hopeful in the wake of some pretty precarious times. Why not really? Why not celebrate with gratitude and a feeling of optimism? It seems the season is calling out for a bit of hopefulness. So, as I swing open the doors and invite people in, I'm welcoming the spirit of celebration...

Monday, December 1, 2008

Ho! Ho! Ho! Here We Go...

It's time to get busy--or to get ready to cope with being busy. Even though I am feeling grand that the house is decorated and the cards are half-done, I notice that there is already plenty to do as December gets under way. This Saturday, I am hosting an Open House and I haven't really finalized the menu yet. I think the Thanksgiving menu took precedence and now I'm having a hard time getting excited about what to serve. Not to mention, there are already other events filling in the other days of the week. Whoopie! So much to do and I really do enjoy the festive socializing--but it takes a bit of energy and coordination as well.

I am a bit ashamed to confess that I have not even started the gift shopping--I did make a list, but I just couldn't focus (nor was there the extra income) until after Thanksgiving. So, here we go; bring it on; and hopefully I will manage to enjoy myself a bit in the process!

Hmmm...there's the shopping, baking, wrapping, hosting, writing...