Wishing you a warm winter solstice on the longest night of the year.
Many blessings and much love.
Last week, I went on the cutest date with the best man to Tiny Town. Tiny Town is comprised of a ton of little dollhouses and has a little train you can ride around the modest grounds. We arrived early before the crowds and commenced our tour of Tiny Town. As we got toward the back of the colony of dollhouses, I noticed two girls. The older girl looked about nine years old and the younger one around seven. They had a bucket and squeegee and were cleaning off the exterior of the tiny houses. I watched and listened to the diminutive cleaning crew working. As they cleaned the dirt off the dollhouse windows one by one, I heard the older girl explaining to the younger girl that the water was getting dirty and needed to be changed. They weren’t complaining, worked together without conflict, and encouraged each other to rally when they got tired. I was super impressed. Not only were these girls participating in age-appropriate chores, but the older girl was mentoring the younger girl by teaching her cleaning skills for life. There was no direct adult supervision, and there didn’t need to be because these two young ladies were clearly raised with a sense of responsibility. Yesterday, during my teeth cleaning, I was listening to my hygienist bitch about her step-children – two girls – ages ten and twelve who are spoiled brats with zero responsibility. These girls respect no one because they have never been taught respect. They have no life skills because no one ever taught them how to pick up after themselves. As a result, the girls are ungrateful and bored because they have no appreciation for responsibility. Parents who shelter their children from work are doing their kids a great disservice. Find age-appropriate tasks and teach your children early on that life is a balance between work and fun. Prepare your children for the reality of life not your fantasy of an ideal childhood. Teach them self-soothing skills and self-sufficiency, so you don’t end up gifting the world with your useless, lazy, spoiled, entitled, and ungrateful offspring. Yeah, I sound judgmental, but when it comes to parenting – if you aren’t going to do it right, don’t do it at all.
Super big thanks to all the wonderful women who joined me for the first meeting of the Saturday Night Supper Club. Gathering eight women is like herding cats, but ultimately so worth the effort.
So now that it is over, can we admit a few truths about Thanksgiving? I hear a lot of people say that Thanksgiving is their favorite holiday. When you peel away all the layers of butter and get to the core intention of gratitude, I understand the appeal of the holiday. However in my practical experience, Thanksgiving celebrations rarely reflect that core intention.One of the most annoying aspects of Thanksgiving is the collective white-washing we find so comforting with regard to the historical facts surrounding early settlers’ contact with native people. Why are we still spewing this happy pilgrim / helpful native bullshit? Not to get all preachy, but how ’bout we use Thanksgiving to highlight other examples of neo-colonialist exploitation happening right now? Or better yet, take a trip to a Reservation and show the kiddies how great it worked out for those helpful “Indians.” Even though this isn’t a new criticism, there’s still no new narrative. Thanksgiving has become more a celebration of gluttony than gratitude. Now I’m going in on the food – which if you actually think about it is really disgusting. The traditional Thanksgiving spread is a depressing two note tune. SWEET or SAVORY. There is usually nothing raw, scant spice, and little in the way of contrast. Veggies drown in heavy sauces or casseroles. Fruits slug through sugary syrups. Almost everything else is brown or white. Every year experts hotly debate the best way to prepare a moist turkey. Brine?! Parchment?! Deep fry?! Newsflash. Any which way you prepare the turkey it will be dry and gross. That’s because turkey is innately dry and gross. No amount of submerging, poking, or braising the bird will change this eternal truth. I watch people saw away at dry turkey every year. No one ever compliments the turkey. They compliment everything but the turkey.
The art of conversation is apparently lost. People truly don’t know how to communicate with one another anymore. A series of rapid-fire questions isn’t a conversation; it’s an interrogation. Don’t force me talk about being a vegetarian when everyone at the table is eating meat. Don’t ask about work. This isn’t a job interview. I hate small talk. There is an art to finding interesting and inclusive topics of conversation. Engaging the group requires social tactical skill. Cultivate it. Myself included.
…to spend the day with kind, welcoming, and gracious people.…even though I’m working today; it’s a blessing because I love my job. …for access to abundant fresh foods to prepare and share.…most of all for you! Happy Thanksgiving! ♥ DC
First, thanks to all my daily devoted for your patience and understanding with the programming interruptions as I get technology set up at my new joint. I will try and make it up to you with some bonus posts in the coming week. Stay tuned.With fall coming I can finally sink into The National’s Trouble Will Find Me. Right now it’s all about the quiet urgency of Fireproof. Dunno ’bout you, but I’ve had my fill of summer bangerz. I’m ready for some existential melancholy. First time home buyer’s lesson of the week: when buying a new washer, purchase braided steel connection hoses. Don’t trust the janky plastic ones they give you unless you like mopping up a flooded laundry room. Gearing up for a rowdy holiday weekend? Good for you. Now go back and read your Demeter Clarc August Horoscope, because astrologically speaking this isn’t the weekend to test the boundaries of your luck or the patience of law enforcement. It is not an exaggeration to mention that you could hurt yourself or someone else. Have fun, but keep your ballsack harnessed.
Last night, I was fortunate enough to land two free VIP tickets to Cirque du Soleil. Having never attended the human circus, I jumped at the opportunity to see the show (and for anyone to confuse me with an actual VIP). Our VIP tickets placed us very near the front of the stage in a venue where there isn’t really a bad seat. We were so close, I could smell the various grooming products the performers used to steady their elaborate ‘dos and paint their faces into animalistic expressions.During intermission, VIPs were presented with champagne, delicious sweet nibbles – there were Nutella waffle bites that I could have shanked a bitch for – and a gift bag with a book and CD. So this is what it feels like to get a schwag bag at the Oscars. I’m sure many of you have caught a Cirque du Soleil show either in Vegas or on tour, but if you haven’t, I recommend you check it out at least once. If only for the performers’ chiseled bodies – GSUS. I would like to express my sincerest gratitude for the opportunity to see a world class performance which combines the best of circus, ballet, yoga, acrobatics, and costuming into one spectacular show. It was beautiful, and even though I was blessed with gratis tickets, Cirque is fully worth the admission price. Merci!
Many fervent and observant daily devoted readers (I love you forever) know I am amidst a remodel. DC ain’t This Old House so I didn’t want to bore you with an excessive discussion of decorating details. We are almost at the end of the project. Now my contractors are all fussy because they are behind and I won’t pay them until the job is 100% complete to my satisfaction per the contract (I wrote) we all signed.
Whether you fancy porcelain plank or not is irrelevant to what I am about to share. When dealing with “professionals” who promise the world for the lowest bid up-front and then fail to deliver, here is a little of what I’ve learned and hope can benefit you.
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