“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

12.17.2008

Reds chase away last night's blues





I only took in my camera because I didn't want it to be stolen.

Usually I leave it in the car or at home, but I had it with me, and I had to park in the dark faraway spot in the fog, so I took it in with me. A Christmas concert. Nothing to compare with Robin's Christmas Tubas, but, as it turned out, quite wonderful. A drive through thick fog to a small town nearby, roads under construction, glow-in-the-dark traffic cones & barrels competing with the bright bright bright next door Baptist church sign to keep me blinded, unable to figure out where to turn in, where to park, where to go. Parking lots full to the brim, I was trying to turn around, figure out how to get out of the mess when, out of the darkness, like a guardian angel, who should appear but one of my brothers, who had already parked in that dark faraway place I mentioned earlier. Into my Jeep he climbed, to direct me onto a sidewalk & over a curb - me: "Are you sure I can do this?"; he, laughing: "You have the perfect vehicle for it". (It was actually fun & I'm planning on looking for more curbs to run over.) And then moving with the crowd into the school, first row seats saved by my incredible sister-in-law, and we were there just in time. As I said, Christmas carols. A French one, an African one, lots that I knew, some that I heard for the first time. Everyone in a good mood, chasing my grouchiness & blues away. Kids happy, parents happy & proud, babies in laps clapping to the music. More than worth the aggravation.

The woman pictured above thanked everyone for taking time out of their busy schedules to be there, to support these budding musicians - the same thing you hear at every school or sports event, but for the first time, I really heard it. I really got it. Because I am busy, because my brother is busy, my sister-in-law is busy, all those other parents & aunts & uncles & grandparents & friends & neighbors are busy, but they/we were all there. And happy about it. And I realized how much work the teachers do - how busy they, too, are - so I included her picture.

The fog was thicker when I left (indeed, it has stayed all day, and is lurking at the tops of buildings out there in the dark right now). I listened to An Nollaig all the way home.

12 comments:

  1. I am also dealing with grouchiness and the blues. I don't know what it is, I can't seem to get past it the last few weeks. Your present will be there, just probably not before Christmas, sorry. I have been stressing myself out again and it's not a good thing. Glad to know that you are chasing it away. Love you!

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  2. You mean...you have had a jeep for all this time and this is the first time you have run over a curb??? Honey, jeeps were made to drive over stuff...lots of good stuff. Nothing living, of course. May you explore new horizons now and see what your jeep can do for you!

    ;)

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  3. Fabuloso! How is it that we are always too busy? We have cars that get us there faster than buggies. Grociery stores to shop at (instead of having to grow our own food)...I'm caught in the same 'trap' but often wonder how it is that we get ourselves into these frenzied states.
    I loved your photos! So glad you brought it in with you.

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  4. Christy - Well yours will be late also - along with something for your birthday. LOL! We are just too busy!

    Jaime - I know! I should be ashamed!

    Paula - Thank you. I was so glad I went.

    :) Debi

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  5. Who knew a Christmas concert would bring such adventure! Jumping curbs is fun, I keep trying to do it with my echo hatchback hee hee! So glad you took your camera these shots are very festive!
    cheers

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  6. I'm smiling at the image of a rebellious you rampaging over that curb...Almost Thelma and Louisish, except that you were with your brother, and not a girlfriend...:)

    My daughter's school concert was on Wednesday, and I know what you mean about the grouchiness. Every year I dread going, until I get there. The teachers and the kids always give it their all...and it's pretty hard to stay grouchy in the midst of all that joy...

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  7. I wish I could hear what you are hearing...

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  8. Eilandkind - Oooohhhh . . . you've found the key to the secret words! :)

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  9. As the teacher who asks the busy, busy parents and family to come out, this was especially good to read. I hope many of our audiance feel the same. It is such magic for the children to know that adults care enough to come. Real magic, I tell you.

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  10. Relyn - I am sure that many people in your audience do feel the same. Once everyone gets there & can breathe, once they get home & think back on it all, once they have those memories, they realize. They probably don't say it, but they realize. I say thank you for them.

    :) Debi

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