The season of giving…

It’s been quite a while since I’ve posted anything.  My apologies.  While I admit my job uses up most of my energy, I have to learn to take time for my writing.  But then, I need to get back to a few things necessary for my well-being.

Back to my reason for writing today.  I’ve always been aware of the spirit of Christmas.  Nothing sums it up better than Linus’ monologue in the Charlie Brown Christmas special.  “Behold, I bring you tidings of great joy…”  Anyone who has ever watched it knows what I mean.  Though my faith is firmly entrenched in my mind and spirit, my tendency as I grow older is to perceive life in a more spiritual and practical fashion.

This year I focused on providing my loved ones with what I felt they needed most:  my presence and gifts that are meaningful and needed.  As evidenced by the gift-giving yesterday with my two remaining relatives, I was successful.  Our Christmas plans took an unexpected turn the other day when we learned a friend had fallen and was in serious condition in the hospital.  That meant the dinner we were planning to attend was cancelled (very understandably so).

It occurred to me to live the lesson I recently taught my students in conjunction with our study of Steinbeck’s novel “Of Mice and Men.”  The title is based on a line from Robert Burns’ poem “To a Mouse.”  In the poem he says, “The best laid plans of mice and men gang aft a’gley.”  This is to say that as much as we plot and plan, anything can go wrong at any time.

Time for me to plot my best gift.  Long story short, I provided the bulk of our Christmas dinner.  My mom and I brought all of the fixings over to my uncle’s house.  She provided the time-honored green bean casserole and a pie made by a friend of ours.  I brought turkey, dressing, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce and gravy.  Even though I don’t like to cook for myself, it’s always rewarding to cook for others.  So even though I also provided some carefully chosen material gifts, I feel far more satisfied by having provided our delicious Christmas dinner.

To all of the kind people who read my blog, I wish you a Happy and Healthy New Year.  And I vow to write more!  For now I look forward to the arrival of my boyfriend, one of the best gifts of this year for me!

About thequarryschild

A self-described forensic junkie, Beth Anderson spends her days shaping young minds to ask critical questions and wonder “whodunit.” Beth resides in the Capital District of New York and spends her free time reading and solving the great mysteries. Her love of swimming, tennis and sports provides the basis for one of the lead characters in her new book The Quarry’s Child. Beth is one of the founding members of the Upper Hudson Valley Chapter of Sisters in Crime (aka Mavens of Mayhem), a graduate of the FBI Citizens Academy, a survivor of a visit to an active aircraft carrier while it was at sea, and a published poet in Soundings, a literary journal. Beth continues to instill a love for mystery fiction in her students as she has for over twenty years. Photo credit: Quinn Mulvey
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