At about 7:30 this morning it was 24 degrees F, snow lightly falling on the thin layer already accumulated. The first real snow-ride of the winter!
It’s Christmas Eve. Yet again my schedule of what to do when to accomplish my extremely well-intentioned seasonal tasks never quite gelled. So many people, once again, will not know that I am thinking fondly and gratefully of them (you may be one!). But at least I’ve figured out to claim everything that did get done as victory and that I might as well enjoy the impulsive ideas for sharing and celebration that still are available.
Thus the Vélo du Jour is a trip to the Art Mart
to get a little present for my newest great nephew. Don’t ask me why I didn’t get it on my previous trip here. Part of the delay was trying to figure how expensive of a gift to get. I’m strongly averse to putting a dollar amount on love, yet generosity often involves offering one’s monetary resources. But in the end opted for emotional impact over price: a smiling stripes-shirted bear parent-and-baby interactive bath mitt set. German-made (or at least designed) of course.
Also snagged a couple of stocking stuffers for my little family.
And had a Brussels sprouts (par -boiled) slaw along with my coffee and scone. Tell me where besides the Art Mart one can do that!
The trip here through the snow was a little more rigorous than I anticipated; cold hands, for one. I think it was partly just from worrying about traffic, which of course was light. But Florida/Kirby Avenue is a major artery of Champaign-Urbana, and what traffic might appear might not expect to deal with a bike. On the way back I’ll stick to the forbidden but out of the way sidewalks. Slow and steady, no fast stops or sudden changes of direction.
Was glad to have needed a trip to to the Art Mart to feel some Christmas Eve vibe. Must admit that this season and its activities evoke a mixture of feelings for me. I truly am loath to impose my culture on those who don’t share it with me. Among those who do, the holiday season can evoke the most painful of memories. And it’s easy to feel overwhelmed and not up to the high hopes and demands of Christmas activities.
That said, a time of year set aside to aim for connection, reconciliation, and peace (not to plumb here its historical and religious meaning) is, I believe, a good thing.
Merry Christmas to all who welcome it! Good will to all!