I think of you every time I wish someone Merry Christmas he said. Thanks I said but I knew where this was going.  He had launched a campaign to wish everyone a Merry Christmas instead of letting the words Happy Holidays pass his lips. This from a faithful church going had lifesaving open heart surgery, second chance at life man who I think of as one of the nicest human beings I know…and who still owes me a glass of red and a co-written blog post.

He thinks of me because I’m ok with Happy Holidays, you can wish me Happy Holidays and I appreciate that you wish me well.  I’m no longer under the illusion that everyone celebrates Christmas.  I don’t presume to know everyone’s faith or what they believe in if they believe in anything.  I don’t push my faith on others and I don’t want them to push their faith on me.  Fact is I thought my faith was faltering for a long time but it wasn’t faith I was questioning it was religion and its rigidity and exclusivity and non-inclusiveness that was in question.  As I always say, “God ain’t mad at me, I’m doing good work”.

I am blessed to know and love many different kinds of people these days.  I’m no longer cocooned in a world of “my people” the way I was when I was growing up.  Things have changed, for the better in my opinion, when I can learn from different faiths and ethnicities and respect and love them just the same as if they were “going about with Merry Christmas on their lips”.

I love this season.  I didn’t always but my world has changed drastically and continues to change as I move through it with altered vision and perspective.  The more I look around the more I see the similarities and less I see the differences.  So if saying Happy Holidays is offensive to you I suggest you look at your valued collection of friends and colleagues and see if they might appreciate hearing that instead of Merry Christmas.  If Happy Holidays screams liberalism to you then perhaps you might want to step out of the political ring and into the town you live in where we help each other and say hello with full hearts every day.

Not acknowledging how diverse our towns, states and country has become is limiting yourself to the “old ways” that were none too happy for our ancestors who came from somewhere else and made a difference in our lives. Surely we’ve come farther than that.  Happy Holidays is a celebratory cry out for and from those who have embraced this country with their own traditions and love of freedom.

Open that now perfect heart my friend and see that you are surrounded by people who are living and loving this country and this season as much as you think you do.

The dogs start barking because our mailman is tossing a package up on the front porch.  Had I not heard the dogs barking I would never have known…UPS rings the bell and runs but our mailman does the close enough to the porch toss.

There it is, Christmas in a box from Amazon.  Done.  So if my package landed on my porch then there must be mail in my box.  Saddle up the girls and off we go for the evening walk and mail pickup.  There’s all the usual stuff and many many Christmas cards.  Somehow I always forget about the cards. I’ve long ago stopped sending them so it’s such a pleasant surprise to see them piled in the mail box.

There are all those wonderful greetings and good wishes and then there are the ones with the year in review letters.  Then there is the one in particular from my dear friends Jan and David Riley.  David’s been trying to pass the job along for years but there are no takers.  Partly because he keeps such a fabulous calendar through the year, I know because I provide it to him. But mostly because he is a wordsmith, a wonderful writer who can bring you through the year in all its joys and woes and come out the other side with gratitude and love.  He wants very much to be a curmudgeon but no one’s buying that either.  Well maybe Jan is.

When I see the typed page drop out of the card I immediately put it aside for savoring with my morning coffee.  I am lucky enough to see David and Jan regularly throughout the year, our lunches at Davies and dinners at one another’s homes always bring us to tears of laughter and enriches our friendship even more if that is possible.   But still, sitting down with David’s year end letter brings me back through the year with them and I enjoy every word, I can see every nuance, and yes I know like I know that this will indeed be grist for his “ordinary legacy”.

And so it begins, that time of year where I turn into the Little Red Hen asking who will help me make the cookies.  “Not I”, said…everybody.  Excuses from A to Z, but my very favorite is the “they don’t taste the same if we help” defense. Yeah yeah yeah.  The fact is I enjoy the cookie making escape.  I put on my favorite music, I get in the rhythm of the repetition, and the smell is intoxicating.

I begin with the sturdiest cookies.  The butter cookies come first, rich buttery vanilla flavors that melt in your mouth.  This is an old recipe that uses only the yolks of the eggs, rich bourbon vanilla, and powdered sugar instead of granulated.  It is luscious.  Made three weeks ahead of time; when it gets closer to Christmas I make them into sandwich cookies filled with Nutella.

The other sturdy cookie is the anisette cookies.  This recipe is from Nanny LoConti.  The boys usually get together each year to make them at the deli.  They use the huge stand mixer, the commercial ovens, and a gun formed from a calking kind of thing.  Obviously, I don’t have a deli, nor do I have a caulking gun kind of thing and I was lucky enough to escape with the recipe so I improvise.

The recipe had to be halved so that it would fit in my Kitchenaid stand mixer.  It’s a very solid dough so I use the bread hook. I once, and only once, tried to mix it with a normal paddle but the mixer was groaning and straining and just simply refused to move after a while.  Then I had to figure out the extruder kind of thing. Hmmm.

I am so damn clever some times.  I bought the sausage attachment for the mixer so instead of filling sausage I’m extruding the dough so I can form them into the signature braid-like shapes so easily recognized by my mother.   There is a knack to it, a rhythm, and a bit of dexterity required.  As the dough is extruded I measure it against the palm of my hand, clip it off with my finger and drop it on to a plate as I count them off by the dozen.  Once I’ve got a dozen, I twist them into the braid and place them on the sheet pan.  Get two pans done and into the oven they go.  But any number of things can happen in this little operation.  The strands can stick together on the plate, they can break on the sheet pan, and I can, and have, increased the mixer speed instead of turning it off.   That’s always fun, an I Love Lucy moment.

But all in all, the concentration takes your mind off of everything.  The music lurks in the background and the smell is like the best kind of aroma therapy the spa has to offer.  It is the Zen of Christmas.

I have containers especially for the zillion dozen cookies I make every year and a little mistake container for those who burst through the door (usually looking for their keys because they’ve locked themselves out) and stop in their tracks saying, “What is that smell?  What is happening here?”  As if they didn’t know.  Off they go with a bag of “mistakes” to enjoy later on, if they make it to later on.

I don’t know if everyone enjoys the cookies as much as I enjoy the process of making them. Little Red Hen be damned.  I don’t know if everyone knows where the recipes come from or that they will be gone at some point if no one learns to enjoy making them going forward. I don’t know if anyone appreciates the love that goes into them or the honor it is to continue the tradition but I know like I know that there are never any left come New Years Day.

Well, accept for the ones that Sandra stashes in her freezer for emergency consumption on a really bad day (those get made closer to the day).  So OK, maybe I don’t know but I have a funny feeling that if there were no cookies there might not be any crumbs in the beds of those sneaking them up to their rooms, there might not be the saving grace cookies that can be eaten by the celiac disease crowd, and I wouldn’t have the wonderful Christmas celebration I have each year by avoiding all malls in lieu of my kitchen and all its comforts.  Next week, snowballs, fig chiucharidi, Sandra’s favorite Italian cookies with the anise icing and nonpareils.  The week after that, pignoli nut cookies and finishing touches.  Stay tuned.

I’ve never been good at goodbyes she said, and now I know that he isn’t either.  I don’t know why that reply to a recent blog post is sticking in my head.  I think my fear is that knowing you’re not good at goodbyes might hold you back from the hellos.  I can’t think of two people more destined to say hello than these two people.  I don’t know them nearly as well as I know their energy, especially hers.  It has depth and breadth and magnitude. They are made of circumstance and substance.  I know, I am too.

But I’m good at goodbyes.  I’ve said goodbye to people, dogs (both living and dead), places that I thought were mine (but not so much), perfect kitchens, cottages that could easily be moved to the Cape, and a life that was far too hard to live.

I’m good at a certain kind of hello, the kind that gets people to talk to me about themselves and their stuff.   The kind of hello that puts a room at ease while putting insulation around me I can pull off pretty well.  People always say hello to me, always. My friend Sandra says, “It’s the face…”.

I had a huge Ah Ha moment the other morning while walking the dogs.  Down the street came our friend Steve and his dog Karma (yes the dog’s name is Karma) and the girls lunged.  Tails wagging, happy crying and woofing and it occurred to me that they weren’t lunging to attack, they just didn’t know how to say hello.   Oh no.

Do I know how to say hello?  Saying hello to someone standing right in front of you, for no other reason than to make their acquaintance, can be difficult if your capacity to trust has been diminished.  What will their reaction be?  Will they like you?  Are they what they appear to be?  Question after question go through your mind at lightning speed and somehow the hello never comes out of your mouth.

Goodbyes are based mostly in the fact that people change.  If you changed, if they changed, someone changed.   Hello brings the promise of things changing, something going right, things falling together.  Marilyn Monroe said it best, “I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they’re right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.”

Not entirely sure that I should follow her philosophy but I get it.  It’s the yin and yang.  So now what?  Practice practice practice?  Examine your motivation?  Take a chance?  All these things require courage and a certain vulnerability that will come in time if only…you can learn to trust someone other than just yourself.

Trusting in myself, oh OK that I get it.  There is a saying from my old life, what’s the worst that can happen?  Too often in my old life I found out exactly what the worst was that could happen.  But now, with every week and month and year that goes by I can see what the best is that can happen.  I just gotta know like I know that hello won’t bite me in the ass.  There it’s out there.
 

So many terrific things happened in the past week (there were a few pain in the ass moments too) that I felt compelled to make a list of future considerations.  Points that have somehow wound their way through this past week to make it what it was and how to capture them to create circumstances that will continue the trend.

10.          Opinions – I’ve got them, shocking I know. One’s personal opinions are never wrong by virtue of the fact that they are opinions. Completely ignore anyone who says your opinions are wrong because their ignorance of the concept of opinion is self-serving and ignorant. Even if their opinions are based in incorrect data you are not going to change them and they are entitled to their view.  I want to base my own opinions in well-rounded fact finding, openness to varied views combined with personal experience and strong emotional links.  In other words, stay current, well read and open to new ideas.  I’ve also learned that it is not always necessary to share ones opinions…so much more on that later.

9.            Plan B –I’ve been there done that, living in perpetual Plan B isn’t healthy, soulful, or fun in any way.  However, shit happens and sometimes the best of intentions can get thrown under the bus.  Learn to distinguish when plan B is just an excuse for laziness, blatant disregard for me or when any number of real life factors intervenes to create an unavoidable and unintentional slight.  Recognize those who continue to force you into Plan B and get them out of your life quickly, at the very least demote them to arm’s length status to avoid any further pain in the ass moments.

8.            Exercising –It can be mind-numbingly boring…..I really want to find more ways to exercise that are fun.  They’re out there, so I’ll open myself up to seek help, ask, join, enlist people who can rally round my quest…and find a way to make exercising something I want to do on my own and with like- minded buddies. You know the ones that need to be pushed and prodded to get going.

7.            Posture –It’s important, you don’t want to look like your Grandmother, and you can easily look 5-10 lbs. thinner just by standing up straight. I need to find a way to recognize the slouch and picture my mother giving me that poke in the back to make me stand up straight. Catching that off handed glimpse in the mirror is getting frightening.  Agghhh

6.            Eating –Do not use food for anything other than for what it was intended, nourishment and joy. Read and reread Peter Kaminsky’s Culinary Intelligence.  Value the flavor per calorie (FPC) concept.  Never beat myself up for enjoying anything wonderful (i.e. Haagen Dazs Carmel Cone Ice Cream, Rispoli’s sfigliatele) and always try to use food for energy, nutrients and love.

5.            Laughing –This is an essential part of daily, yes daily, living.  It should be done often, loudly, and with abandon.  It should be done alone and with others.  This is a fundamental piece of my living. Thank you Willa for your ever insightful and hilarious mini FB blog posts.

4.            Companionship – Can you find joy in every day?  Those with kindness, humor, common interests, loving and patient ways need only apply.

3.            Friends – Facebook has it pretty well covered when it comes to categorizing and required actions. New friends are not immediate close friends, old friends are unimaginably more valuable than close friends and require a list of their own, and an acquaintance is not any less for their limited prominence in my life.  The need to establish settings/boundaries is important and to recognize when one must unfriend someone is immeasurably beneficial to one’s own well-being.

2.          Family, family, family.  One does not have to have been born into to be a family member.  My family is everything to me.  My extended family is everything to me.  Family, family, family.

1.            Health – Be your own advocate, take the time to know your body, do not procrastinate and be not afraid of anything.  Be kind to your body, it will take you far into your crotchety old age if given the chance.

These are my future considerations. Define your list, be it consideration, bucket or f**k it.  Know where you’ve been, learn from your experiences, and create your future.  This list has been a long time in the making and will morph and grow over time.  In each of these considerations a bit of legacy will take shape and carry me well into my very old, need a sippy cup for my wine, pastry loving old age.   I know like I know.