December 28, 2009 @ 2:02 am by sean
Non-pretentious, non-gloating facebook statuses are hard. Perhaps because I think that is what most others are doing in some way, some how, intentional or not.
I was going to put up a status about something I did over the weekend, because I was quite sure it wouldn’t come up in any conversations, but I thought it was grand and wanted people to know I did it. Goes back to thinking everyone else has an interesting life because they post about it on fb with their status, I don’t. My interesting (or not) life goes unknown. “I’ll go unknown by torpedo or Crohn’s. Only the evil live to see their own likeness in stone.” That’s from the song Torpedo or Crohn’s by Why? That line came into my head after typing the words “goes unknown.” And that’s a great line from a great song.
Anyway. On Saturday night after dinner and dessert, about eleven post meridiem, Mikaelyn, Zac, Megan (second cousins), Mike, and I walked down to the beach, dressed as one should be for a thirty-three degree Fahrenheit Lexington, Michigan night with a light snow falling. Once there, Mikaelyn suggested we swim. Of course she would. Last October we were camping on Lake Michigan and she suggested the same thing. And of course we did. And of course Zac, Mikaelyn’s brother, turned the suggestion into action. And once the getting-down-their-skibbies commenced, Megan, Mike and I conceded to follow, though not without vocalizing our disapproving opinions on the matter. And once Zac made it into the water, Mikaelyn, then Megan, then Mike, then myself followed. As I type this, the surface temperature of the water there is roughly four degrees above freezing. But, we all did it. All the way under. And then quickly out. Quickly into our clothes. And quickly back to the cottage to warm up. Memorial Weekend is usually the earliest I go in because it’s usually too cold to do anymore than run in and run out. But somehow we managed the same thing on December twenty-sixth. I brought my bathing suit because we planned on going in at some point this weekend, but this was not the scenario I anticipated.
Thursday was dinner at grandma and grandpa’s; mom’s side of the family. All were in attendance, including aunt Rhonda’s sister, b-i-l, and nephew from Mississippi. As always, quite enjoyable. Nothing out of the ordinary. Mexican was the fare this year. Wouldn’t miss it for anything.
Friday was dinner at aunt Jen and uncle John’s; dad’s side of the family. All were in attendance. First a few of us for dinner, then the rest of us for dessert and presents. As always, quite enjoyable. Nothing out of the ordinary. Wouldn’t miss it for anything.
Saturday we headed up to the cottage. Not all of us, but most of us. We went to great-auntie Yvonne and great-uncle Gary’s for dinner with all my first cousins once-removed, and second cousins; all save one of them were in attendance. They are great. Joining the two families is even greater. We ate dinner. Played games: euchre, 31, Scrabble Slam, and a card-based game called Grass about selling marijuana. Enriching conversation. The aforementioned swim. Sampling a drink I created (though I’m sure it exists) we’re calling Lisa’s Dare, because she’s the one who dared us to swim, and then changed it to who could come up with the best drink representing a winter Lake Huron swim for those who were too big of sissies to swim. Equal parts crème de menthe, crème de cacao, and half and half. Delicious.
Sunday they all came over our cottage for breakfast, and stayed longer. More enriching conversation. They left to celebrate their Christmas, and Shell’s high school friend stopped over and entertained us in conversation. She’s funny like my Elgin friends are funny, it’s been a while since I’ve been around that humor. Then we headed home, but first we headed back to Gary and Yvonne’s to say Goodbye, which turned into dinner and dessert.
I love my family.
We didn’t go to church on Christmas eve, or day. Typically we go on the eve to the kids service with younger cousins at my parents church. That didn’t work this year so we planned to attend a Christmas morning service at some other church. Mom asked me if I was going, and I crinkled my face at the idea, followed by a discussion of how pointless Christmas eve and day services are wont to be, and then I woke up around eleven Christmas morning, apparently not attending church. This was the first time in my twenty five years this happened, but is indicative of the trend the last few years of Christmas having any meaning. My immediate family have never been good at giving or getting gifts, so that part of Christmas hasn’t mattered much. I wasn’t sure if I was even getting anything this year. So it’s mainly been about the Jesus and the family. Lately, however, I’ve lacked the “spirit” leading up to the holiday. The anticipation for the family remained, but it’s just another getogether that happens to be on the twenty fourth and twenty fifth of December, and involves gift giving. The Jesus in the rest of my life isn’t missing, but is on the day we celebrate His birth. I don’t understand. I feel like I should be concerned, but I’m not sure I am.
This is why I love Kelly and John. I want to be clever like them.
I know it’s now a few days after Christmas, but the Dutch are weird. I don’t think I could be as much of a western uke player as they are, but they aren’t even American. Christmas ukulele play along to a woman giving birth in a barn? I don’t think this is acting. “Yeh, that will do, but he must see a ukulele first… Otherwise he can never become the savior and bring peace on earth.. He must play ukulele. Do you get it? He must play ukulele!”