Dear J-
Lots of reasons and excuses, but I’m glad that I checked Amazon for a few gift-y ideas this morning. Thank you, one-day shipping. Thank you, inordinate discount on otherwise full-retail items. Another Christmas procrastinator saved, and all as far as I had to walk was the twenty feet to the computer.
It’s hard to plan around Saturdays, though. Today, up at six and nap from nine to eleven. Then food, and by then I had, at best, an hour to turn around and run out to the store to try to get something. Yeah. Nice try. The internet does make shopping easier, I suppose.
In the spirit of the season, then, I know that generosity is its own reward: I give of my time freely at work and home. If you ask me for help, more than likely I’ll find an answer for you. I give and give and give some more — blood every eight weeks, up to three and a quarter gallons so far — and some days I just feel tapped dry. And now the holidays, and a whole new set of demands. Please come visit. Please host. Please.
theVet’s right, J-, as usual, as always. We should all be so lucky to have so many choices, so many demands. How many out there alone? How many facing frozen dinners? How many in the grasp of substances, not arms? There’s too much to be thankful for that I often lose sight of what’s important this time of year, swirling amidst the blizzard of cards and faces: we celebrate everything we share and share everything we celebrate, all the thousand million silver magic threads linking us all.
Mike
