The hills I walk I've walked before. I will give them space. They will give me more...

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Help Wanted: Special Delivery; No Heavy Lifting; Beautiful Feet Required

Jack Frost's Christmas Day handiwork on SAM's Dodge truck

It was quite chilly outside when I woke up this Christmas morning. The windshield on SAM's truck parked in the driveway became Jack Frost's canvas. Old Jack painted some interesting shapes for our enjoyment. Do you see the yin-yang heart figure at the bottom left corner of the glass? Then again, maybe it's not a heart shape. It could be that Old Jack was giving his backside a break from all the havoc he's been causing with my plants. Thanks a lot, Jack!

After a breakfast of sweet roll (recipe here), Havarti cheese, and strong coffee, I was ready for Christmas morn to begin. Wait, though. No stockings were hung by the chimney with care. No children or grandchildren were wiping the sleep from their eyes to find presents under the tree. It was just SAM and me present and accounted for this Christmas morn. It felt weird, I have to admit. Son and his family have moved back to Illinois. Daughter and her husband are spending Christmas with his parents. SAM and I are still recovering from a flu-like respiratory illness (stubbornly resisting going to the doctor). We've stayed home for the past nine days or so, trying not to infect anyone else if at all possible. Friends and neighbors know that we're sick so we've not had any visitors except for the package delivery people, God bless 'em. The Fed Ex man even brought a package this morning. Poor fellow, having to work on Christmas Day.

Peanut wonders if there will be any Christmas present for her?
Thinking about people who deliver things, I read a Christmas story that Charles Dickens wrote called The Chimes, in which a delivery man (known as a "porter" in Dickens' time) is charged with delivering more than a letter or a package. He falls into a reverie of sorts, is haunted by the spirits of the local church bells (sound somewhat familiar?), and encouraged (or rather scared witless) to change his sour attitude about life and his circumstances. Those footsteps have been followed before, I think, in other Dickens' stories and the like. They're amusing, I admit, but not life-changing.

 After finishing up Dickens' story this morning, I turned to another book that I've been neglecting, which could account for my own recent sour attitude about life and circumstances. I wish I'd looked into it sooner rather than later.

Now here is a present that doesn't need any special packaging. No cardboard, packing tape, or postage stamping is necessary. A few instructions for use, though, might come in handy for those not familiar with it or needing a refresher: "Handle with care"? Nope. No kid gloves necessary. "Do not immerse"? Well, that's not a bad idea after some use and much contemplation. How about "Take to heart on a daily basis and get those lovely feet in motion"? Yes! That's the ticket!

How beautiful on the mountains
are the feet of those who bring good news,
who proclaim peace,
who bring good tidings,
who proclaim salvation,
who say to Zion,
"Your God reigns!"
(Isaiah 52:7)  

7 comments:

KaHolly said...

I've been struggling, too. Hope your Christmas was pleasant and that Jack Frost doesn't visit you too much more this winter.

Stratoz said...

That was a fine Christmas breakfast. I read some Isaiah at a quiet Christmas morning service. A joy. Merry Christmas.

Claude said...

I spent my Christmas alone, quite by choice. It was one of the most pleasant holidays I've ever had. Hope you're feeling better soon.

Brigitta Huegel said...

Dear Walk2write,
I love your quote!
Spending Christmas without your (grown-up) children must be a strange new experience - but being together, you and your husband, will have been a nice thing too!
So you had frost - here it is warmish - 8 °C is almost spring, and on my balcony still some roses are in flower, and the Chinese flowering quince is -- flowering (maybe it is her normal time, she is a newcomer).
I wish you a Happy New Year! Britta

troutbirder said...

Get well now and look for to a better New Year for all of us....

Rose said...

I hope you're feeling much better by now! I had a similar virus, too, and finally went to the doctor after Christmas--antibiotics work miracles! My husband and I have gotten used to spending Christmas Day alone, and it's actually rather nice after all the rush before Christmas and a Christmas Eve spent with family. Wishing you all the best in the New Year!

A Cuban In London said...

I hope you're on the mend now. Merry Christmas belatedly and a Happy New Year! :-)

Greetings from London.