Monthly Archives: December 2008

The Kindness of Strangers

To the person who found my purse in the A&P parking lot on Saturday night: thank you. Really, what more can I say. You could have taken the thirty-seven dollars and change and I would still be grateful. But you didn't. And yesterday morning while getting ready to attend the bank closing on the refinance of my home, when I realized that I had indeed not seen my purse or it's contents (including my driver's license, of course) in nearly forty-eight hours I began a complete and total melt-down. When my husband calmly suggested that I call the supermarket and ask if they had my purse, I balked. No way. Right? But there it was. And did I mention that everything was intact. Not a Luden's Honey-Lemon missing. Not a dollar spent. I picked it up on my way to the closing, continued on to the Chrysler Building in New York City, rode the art-deco elevator twenty-four stories, presented my driver's license when asked to do so, and successfully completed the refinance of my home. So, to that person who stopped in the cold dark parking lot on Saturday night and took the time to bring the bag of a stranger inside to the customer service desk, I say: thank you. Thank you.

Ode to a Moment

Yesterday at 7:04 AM Eastern Standard Time (here in the Northern Hemisphere) the Winter Solstice occurred.

While today’s culture doesn’t face the same challenges that once presented themselves during the winter months, daily life here in the Northeast does take on a decidedly different tone in the winter. Modern conveniences keep us warm, light our homes and preserve our food. We understand that longer warmer days will be returning. But sill there are moments when the darkness seems perpetual. I feel a need to be indoors before it’s dark. I absolutely get less done (which I admit isn’t always a bad thing) and my mood is heavy. Perhaps it’s a holdover in me from a time when darkness meant danger and the cold was a threat to existence.

Just to be clear: I don’t hate winter. It’s just harder for me. Have I loved the excitement of watching my toddler see his first snowstorm? Youbetcha. Do I get pleasure from skiing with my son? Absolutely. What about hot chocolate and slow cooked stews? Of course. But oh, how I long for those extended days and the liberation of bare feet, open windows and a lighter mood.

Since I like to include a photo as often as possible I’ll point you to Alexis’ blog: Knot Sew Crafty, where she posted photos of the view from her house yesterday. I live less than a mile up the street from Alexis and CMR so the view from here isn’t so different. Could you go look at her photos and pretend that they belong with this post?

From this point forward (for the next six months — but we won’t go
there yet) the days begin to grow blessedly longer and the inevitable
countdown to return of the sun begins. Hallelujah!