Weather Frightful. Fire Delightful. Partner Priceless

I should be on a flight to London, then lunch with my buddy Esther before flying down to South Africa, but this freak storm hit the East Coast of the USA and my flight has been appropriately canceled and rescheduled for Wednesday. While a hassle, I see two distinct benefits. First, I get to sit at home with my partner, Glen, in front of a roaring fire while Miles Davis turns on my new record player. The second benefit is that I will leave on an earlier flight giving me two more hours in London, enough to take the Heathrow Express to Paddington Station (They are running a special of something like £5 each way) and then meet up with good friends Ruth Ann, Ken and perhaps others.

My last blog post, riddled with typos, was the first I had done since shattering my right wrist over two months ago. My mother made sure her children had proper typing lessons, and Mrs. Norton, our business teacher, (whose claim to fame came from her son who starred in the TV series Flipper,) taught us well on manual typewriters. We had computers of sorts too, but they were not for word processing. On the Commodore 64 we could only key in line after line of Basic code, and if we did it correctly, a clump of pixels that looked something like a ball bounced across the screen. We were gods.

Last night I recovered my ability to type. The day before I could not, but some point in the night I must grown a tendon or something and now I can type. I won’t over do it though. Hey have you been
listening to the podcast I do with Zack Ford? It’s called Queer and Queerer. Our latest episode is a reworking of Dickens Christmas Carol. Zack ends up teaching the spirits a thing or two. Check it out when you get a chance. I’ll put a link up when I am at a proper computer (not sure how on the iPad.)

Christmas means less and less to me each year. I know that Quakers traditionally did not see one day more important or sacred than another, and that they did not go in for lots of extras. It’s all part of the emphasis on simplicity and I infer, equality. Perhaps this has influenced me in some ways. I think it is normal though that as we age, the holidays of our youth change in their significance, and unless we produce offspring, we may grow out of some of these festivals. What about you? How have your feelings towards a holiday change over the years? How do you feel about that?

I head off to South Africa for a few weeks as I tag along on a travel writing course my partner, Glen, is leading with our buddy Jenna. Much of the time will be spent in a Xhosa coastal village. (Oh, and you can now pre-order Glen’s book over at Amazon. 🙂 ) I will take lots of photos and share some here and on Facebook. I have posted one I took recently down in Florida by the Kennedy Space Center.

Happy New Year.

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  1. Shirley on December 27, 2010 at 3:00 am Reply

    Maybe I’ll write about Christmas in a letter but I’ve enjoyed it since Ana was about 3yrs old. She is always the one pushing me to decorate and wanting to make mince pies (do Americans have mince pies?) and it’s fun to do all that stuff with a young child. I also like the excuse that it gives people who might need one to get in touch with distant relatives or friends. We get a handwritten letter from an old man who used to be Ian’s neighbour every Christmas, a visit from a Catholic priest who Ian met once and who it is always nice to see and we often get to see friends who live abroad and who have come home for Christmas (although this year the weather has messed with that a little). I think for us it’s a case of, we’re not going to get to choose whether to like Christmas or not so we may as well see the good in it where we can 🙂 I wonder what it will be like when Ana is bigger.

    Enjoy the snow days and keep safe and warm! This weather has just left us and has caused havoc here with ice on the roads for days and thousands of homes with burst pipes. No-one here was prepared for it. We do get snow but hardly ever in November/December and never to this extent, and it’s never been this cold. xx

  2. Sheria on December 27, 2010 at 7:16 am Reply

    I seem to be partying up a storm each christmas, I wonder why…? For me really christmas is about spending time with family, the people close to our hearts and I just did that with the sisters… but most important remembering the birth of the Lord! Amen.
    You will no doubt enjoy South Africa, a very very beautiful country as you saw from your previous trip. Glad you want to meet up. That wud be great and will most definitely bring up memories of the time I knew you as a “missionary” in Zambia. Peterson, missionary? Huh?You were the programme managerrr. :p Will TRY to make time, will do…Also glad you liked my African woman poem at my blog. As a missionary once in Africa, am sure you have first hand info about the abuse African women go through. Thanx for the e mails and tweets! Please bring Glen along when/if we meet! Wud love to meet him. Give Glen my regards and ofcourse to ya…X

  3. Claire on December 27, 2010 at 7:26 am Reply

    “I must have grown a tendon or something”
    LOL I know the feeling!

  4. Norea from NTF on December 27, 2010 at 1:03 pm Reply

    “What about you? How have your feelings towards a holiday change over the years? How do you feel about that?”

    My feelings have changed from animosity (of the fundamentalist/Santa-is-Satan-misspelled variety), towards rebellion (Look! Look! I’m putting up a tree! Aren’t I Pagan??) and now, towards a more (I hope!) balanced view that was best summed up by, of all the fictional characters inherent to the holiday, Doctor Who! :mrgreen:

    To wit, “Halfway out of the dark.”

    How do I feel about that? At the mid-point (if I’m (?) lucky) of my life, at the mid-point of the Wheel of the Year, and at the mid-point of a period of six months that have been particularly trying….I feel that my feelings this year are just about right.

    “Halfway out of the dark.”

    Best wishes for your trip, and for continual improvement in your healing wrist!

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