It matters to me, what's become my private ritual. Communing with my dead dad and all those memories of Christmases past. No drama or bad attitude this year. I've gotten over even the desire of anyone else helping. Although G. beautifully put up the porch lights, and John accompanied me to the tree lot. And I guess Wy gave me moral support. A couple of nights ago I mused to him that this would be the quietest xmas ever - just no presents for anyone. "And no tree?" "Of course a tree, I love having a tree." "Me too," he said. Surprising me. I actually didn't think anyone else cared. And then even tonight, as I've been shifting with my own feelings of it being too small, and how that feels disappointing, then of course thinking of Charlie Brown's little tree, and being grateful for everything that allows this life we have and even this tree, - Wyatt comes home and says, "I like this size. Last year's was too tall." (He's the best.)
I trim the tree and drink some tea from this little cast iron Japanese tea pot. It's a pot I coveted for years, back when I lived alone on Broome Street in Soho, and observed the holidays by window shopping on West Broadway. In particular stopping into the lovely little Japanese gift shop, Five eggs I think it was called? Endlessly desiring one of the iron teapots. It was too dear for me then. I just dreamed about it and coveted it. Probably the same way I felt about having a boyfriend. So funny now to realize, ok, the boyfriend locked in, 25 years and counting... the teapot acquired too, somewhere along the way. I can't exactly remember when. And whether I bought it for myself or received as a gift. I just know that I cherish it as much as I thought I would.
4 comments:
how strange. i just bought that exact tea pot for someone today, and couldn't have told you why. although i think it very pretty, it is so different from anything i ever typically admire, or buy for myself or anyone else. it's lovely, though--bought it at pearl river on lower broadway.
Lisa:
That's great. Love the synergy. It's a fantastic gift.
J.
I shared your desire for that pot (It was 5 Eggs on West Broadway, later moved to Santa Fe) and received a version of it from you as a gift ......... thanks pal, love it but can't remember the occasion, was it my wedding?
S - I don't remember either. Your wedding sounds about right. That was so much fun!
xxoj
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