Mr. Maslow and Thanksgiving

What I thought about when listening to everyone gathered around the Thanksgiving dinner table expressing their thoughts about what they are thankful for- that Mr. Maslow was on to something with his hierarchy of needs.

Lauren is missing from this picture- unfortunately she just left when we finally thought to get out the camera...

The young adults gave thanks for having their basic needs met, and then moved on up the pyramid to mention personal growth through education and self-expression. Making my heart full and proud (that they realize the privilege) and happy.

Of course, if you look closely, you notice one of the physiological needs is sleep...and I suspect that they are all sleep-deprived on a regular basis, but that's not my point. Nor do they have security of employment yet and there is work to do on the esteem part for all of us...

So I talked about being thankful that we had the opportunity for life-long personal growth. At least, for now. Because things can change. Fluctuate. Loved-ones can die. We talked about that too. My girls recently lost a dear friend in a car accident, and last year the same happened with the husband and father of a family dear to us.

Mostly, there was shared joy and games and laughter and discussions and of course food. Now the refrigerator is less full and the house is slowly emptying as well. Yesterday Stephen had to catch a very early flight. Later in the day we brought Emma to Cincinnati so she could board a bus to take her back to NYC. Vera and Jake are driving back soonish and then Thijs will leave tonight.

 
I can clean the house and get back to making my Christmas presents. My love and I hung the lights yesterday too- we are almost like an all-american family. ;-)

Tomorrow is back to work where I meet a lot of people who are struggling on a daily basis with getting their family's very basic needs met. And as a society, we have a LOT of work to do to get to 'morality, lack of prejudice'.

Sonntagsfreude

An idea by Kreativberg. (meaning: Sunday's Joys) Just enjoying the weekend. Or whatever time. A mixture of chores and relaxing  and enjoying.

I mean, what's a cat to do? Or a human, for that matter. Winter did come. A little early. But here it is. So we are just enjoying. Our warm home, time to hang with each other, the cats. And as a bonus, our beautiful first born girl, Vera. With friend. But only for one short day.

Got up close and personal with the tattoo. Discussed matters over dinner. Looking forward to having everyone of them here in about two weeks, so we can discuss some more. And of course, other matters. That's just what we like to do, talk and discuss- also Sonntagsfreude.

Work again tomorrow. Another blessing (in disguise). Life is good - to us. For now.

The first 'real' snow.  Cats wanting to cuddle. Good food, good company. Weekend.

One of those days...

that nothing, or at least very little, goes as planned. It started off that way- I did get up as planned and went through the usual routine, then right before we were about to get in the car, I decided for some reason to check my printed work schedule of my supplemental job. And it said that I wasn't working.

Of course if I had checked this schedule last Friday, I would not have decided to leave  my stuff strewn all over the desk of the person I was supplementing for, and I certainly would not have been all dressed up and ready to go at the point of departure this morning.

I sat back down and had my coffee at my leisure. Gus came and cuddled with me, but we were interrupted because of my love's flat tire. We knew about it, and so he took my car, but now I was supposed to drive to the shop to have the nail taken out and the tire fixed. My family knows I really dislike driving this particular car for my own reasons, so this was a high anxiety trip.

That went well enough, and afterwards I puttered around the house for a bit, pre-cleaning the kids' rooms for the holiday at the end of the month. I tried working on the quilt, since my deadline for it was actually last year's thanksgiving, but just as Homer was settling in the middle of it, my love called to see if I could help Emma with yet another requirement from the motherland concerning official business. Which of course, I was happy to chat with my girl for a while.

I did manage to finish my own Christmas present, a pair of woolen socks! Believe me, I will wrap them and forget all about them until I unwrap them on Christmas morning. It happens every year that I surprise myself thus.

I thought I might take a good walk, enjoy the weather before the polar vortex descends, however the cats were ahead of me and wanted to get some fresh air themselves- and will follow me if I attempt to execute that particular plan. No matter, I have plenty to do inside still. I wish I had known I had the day off beforehand so  could have planned it better (ahem), but this is a nice surprise nonetheless.

modern family

We like to think that we are 'with the times', open minded, that sort of thing. Every and any topic is up for discussion at our home- as many a (former) teen may remember from joining us at the dinner table.

The straight-gay continuum is nothing foreign to us. We've encouraged our threesome to follow their dreams/passion, regardless of prospects and societary expectations. My love and I have tried to model free thinking and expressing-

There were limits to our tolerance though. Our kids were not allowed any type of piercing or tattoo beyond the -within acceptable societary norms- ear piercings until they were 18 years old and therefore deemed adults and responsible for their own decisions. Just because, we do not like those things. Yep, no other reason.

Although it came as no surprise (after all, she asked for a navel piercing when she was 4 or 5 yrs old), Vera finally got an official piercing last year- not the navel, not the lip or the eyebrow (all previous wishes) but her septum. Even though she was aware that  my love and I were not fans of that sort of thing, she asked what we thought. And what to say? At least it was not anything permanently damaging our beautiful girl.

Picture by Carol Persons

Accompanying her recently to a tattoo shop in town to pick out new septum jewelry was a novel experience - I felt honored though, that she valued my opinion and that we looked at the options together.

While there, she also showed me the work of a tattoo artist she liked, for another one of her long time wishes...this one definitely the permanent mark that we had hoped to avoid. These are the moments  I struggle with. I dislike tattoos, simply because I don't like the look, I don't understand why someone would like having an image inked in their skin. That is the only reason, it is not against my values really...but this is my little girl. Sigh.

So she got what she wished for, and as far as 'tats' go, this one is very well done. Again, Vera asked for our opinion. So I told her- honesty being one of our values also. In the end, my love knew the best response of all, and the truest one: I love you, no matter what.