My hope for you on this Christmas of this strange year is you are safe, warm, fed, and have plenty of books to enjoy. We are joining some very close relatives later for dinner, so it will be a nice celebration today. I hope you have a day of joy, too.
My last song of some favorites for Christmas is this one, “Christmas, Baby Please Come Home.” I can tell you it was a background for many, many late nights for me before Christmas back in the 1980s when I was a single Mom. My three kids and I were happy together, and I loved having things for them to open on Christmas morning.
Truth of the matter was, we were terribly broke all the time. I started putting things in layaway in October. I worked in Downtown Omaha, and the Woolworth’s store was still open. I paid weekly, a mere $5 weekly, and eventually got the goods out. I put them in the car at the parking garage across the street, then covered it all up with a blanket. Hard to conceal things in a station wagon.
I’d pick the kids up from their after school places, went home, we made dinner, watched tv while I studied, and then, I started wrapping everything when they went to bed. Sometimes it took until after midnight. Several nights in a row. I could always count on being entertained by the Late Show with David Letterman.
Just before the big day, he always had Darlene Love on to sing her famous Christmas song. I’ve always loved her voice, and learned her story just a few years ago. “Five Feet From Stardom is a documentary about what she was; a background singer. Genius Phil Spector stole her voice and marketed it as a white girl, but that’s another story.
No matter what, we always have some beautiful sights around us, and some outright gifts from God if we keep an eye open for them. Last night, the Babe had the monthly meeting at the VFW, and I stayed home with the dogs. I let them out for the last time later than usual, it was after dark. They’re usually done by 8:15 p.m. or so.
I’m so glad I went out with them. The lightening bugs were out like I haven’t seen in a long time. At first, the both just looked, trying to figure out what those strange things were. Finally, I coaxed Goldie to go down the steps and go potty. She just stood in a corner of the yard, looking up and around her at the wondrous sight. She opened her mouth and tried to catch a few, but missed. She kept tilting her head from side to side and frolicked, it made me smile down into my soul.
No, have no photos of it. It would have been way too dark, and besides, if we’re clicking away all the time, we miss half of life. That will be a memory for the old folks home someday. Goldie is such an addition to our home, I hope we have her for a long, long time.
I believe that sight was God telling me to get back with it. Today, I’m drafting a new Chapter 1 for “The Freeing of Katie Fitzgibbons.” I need some story about Katie’s world before the inciting event, it will be pretty much plain living up until then. So much about crafting and planning to learn. There is no “recipe” for a novel. You could follow convention and write according to someone else’s formula, but then it wouldn’t be my story, it would be theirs.
I’m going to start and see where it takes me. Hopefully, right where I want to go. There are surprises, though. Sometimes the characters take you places you didn’t know existed. I’m thinking this may happen with Katie’s story. I’ll let you know.
This morning, I went to Dulce Salon and Spa in Gretna and had a pedicure. Basic stuff, but it was so nice. The people are super nice, and I’ll definitely go back, that’s for sure. I rarely pamper myself, so it was a treat. They had a shop in Lincoln but closed it. They have been in Gretna for about eight years. And after the buffing, shaping, priming, painting, and massaging, I came home. As soon as Goldie was out of her kennel, she kept licking my toes. Dang, dog! It tickles! She makes me laugh all the time. I’m sure there were all sorts of scents for her to investigate. I just need to watch out so she doesn’t trip me up. Silly puppy.
It sounds as if the weekend could be beastly hot. At one point through this week, I heard it could reach 100 degrees. That’s hot. The humidity is what’s oppressive when the temperature is up there. Thank goodness for Mr. Carrier, the inventor of air conditioning. I do not know how my dad slept during the day without A/C. Of course, eventually his workplace was air conditioned, but still. Wow.
With the changes to the name and logo of the Washington Redskins, there are some other businesses who are re-thinking their logos. Mutual of Omaha is one of them. I worked for them for ten years, and grew up knowing about Wild Kingdom, Marlin Perkins, Jim Fowler and the like. I thought it was named after Omaha, which is named for the Omaha Indians. Not a big deal.
Fast forward to 2020, and they are removing their Indian Chief logo. What in the hell?? What will you call the company now? It has called Omaha home for a very long time. I’m pretty disappointed with this move. Just curious, did they do away with the “Big Chief” writing tablet with the red cover on it? What about the FSU Seminoles? Have they made a move yet? The Atlanta Braves with the “chop, chop” motion while chanting? Kansas City Chiefs? Just won a Super Bowl and their name might be changed forever?
My opinion is changing all these names will not erase any bigotry people carry inside them. To me, it’s like putting a band aid on cancer. Looks good, but ineffective. Until the bigotry is erased from both non-white people AND white people;s hearts, we’ll never have peace.
Stay cool this weekend. Check on anyone you know who may not have a fan or A/C. Be Kind. Be Thoughtful. Be Courteous. Wash your hands, sanitize, wear your mask. I’m wearing one more now than ever before. It’s not a big deal, really. Thanks for reading today! I’ll see you right here again tomorrow. Be careful out there.