Sunday, November 12, 2006

Holiday Planning

The hardest part — at least so far — about holiday planning has been giving up the old routines. After 27 years, Lisa and I had the holiday thing down pretty well. We tried to visit my parents at Thanksgiving, and her family at Christmas; we threw a single big open house-style party on a Sunday close to the Solstice; I went to her work party, and she, wisely, didn’t come to most of mine. (Her tolerance for penis-shaped lipstick —no, really, don’t ask — was even lower than mine.) We had a tree covered with ornaments that we’d collected over the years, and we spent the Saturday of the weekend before our party decorating it and drinking eggnog, and then the rest of the season keeping the cats from knocking it over. (Yes, that explains the two hooks screwed into the undersides of the living room windowsills: a little twine goes a long way toward preventing accidents, although Jack, the Cat Who Climbed Christmas Trees, is no longer with us.)

This year, of course, everything has felt horrendously unsettled. I did decide to go ahead and visit my folks over Thanksgiving, but even beyond the obvious there are all kinds of little differences. First, I’m flying down. This also means I don’t get to go to the Kentucky Horse Park, or any of the farms, or to visit all of Lisa’s Lexington-area friends, all features of Thanksgiving trips past. Last year — was it only last year? — we got to see Da Hoss and Cigar up close and personal, thanks to Lisa’s obvious interest and the generosity of the Horse Park staff. We even saw more than John Henry’s butt, which is usually all one sees when he’s in his stall. We also got to visit the retirees at the Our Mims Retirement Farm, and for a bunch of geriatric mares, they intimidated the heck out of me! Frankly, I feel a bit lost without a horse fix this time of year. I have plans to indulge in some horsepower — a visit to the antique car museum on Petit Jean Mountain, research for an ongoing project — but no horses.

I’ve also decided not to try to throw our big party this year. First of all, the house still isn’t in order. I still have a closet full of yarn and fabric to move to what was Lisa’s office and is in the process of becoming a sewing space. I still have to figure out where to pay bills and handle household finances that isn’t the dining room table. Et cetera. It’s like one of those sliding puzzles, where everything has to be done in the correct order, or you get completely screwed up. Second, because of the Arkansas trip, the logistics are almost impossible. I’d only have two weeks after getting home to do everything, and I’m just not sure I can do it by myself. And one thing about this party has always been that it’s been something we did for everybody else. Not that I object to potluck, and I’ve been shameless about asking for help in other areas, but this was a chance to give back, to provide for others. I’d rather not have the party than change that feeling.

But those are all excuses. Mostly, I’m just not ready. I don’t think I could get through it without bawling, and I don’t want to do that. This party has always been joyous, and I want to keep it that way. Instead, I’ll throw a house re-warming once I get things in order — with any luck, in January, when we all need a break.

Christmas... is tough. Christmas Day I’ll spend with Lisa’s family, sisters, brother, brother-in-law, two nephews. It’s not so much the celebration that I’m dreading as the quiet morning and coming home afterwards to the empty house. I don’t know if I want a tree. I don’t know how much decorating I want to do. I don’t know.

But one good thing has happened. Lisa’s sister and her two boys came up to have lunch, and the boys, 15 and 13 now, were very concerned about my holiday plans. Was I coming to their house for Thanksgiving, they said. I told them, no, I was visiting my parents. How about Christmas, then? Yes, I said, I’d be there for Christmas. That’s all right, then, the younger one said. That’s the one that matters. And then they told me which manga I should buy to read on the plane to Little Rock.

If I’d ever had any doubts about being part of the family — and I confess, I didn’t — that would have put them to rest. And I appreciate it almost more than I can say.


At 1:16 PM, Blogger M-H said...

damp eyes downunder... I'm so happy that you are able to go to Lisa's family. Since Relle died Christmas has been the biggest pain. Every year I have to plan something; it doesn't just happen any more. And I bloody hate it. My daughter in NZ has her in-laws this year; it's a small house and the in-laws don't approve of me. So I'm going there in Jan. Sandra's mother is a miserable widow who can't stand me, so Sandra is going there after being with me for the last two years (one of which was in NZ). I have plans to spend the day with an old friend and her mother.

Sounds like I have lots of enemies. huh? :)

At 9:56 PM, Blogger Sean Carter said...

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At 11:00 AM, Blogger Sharon D. said...

This first year is horrible. It's good that you are going places for the holidays and it sounds like you really want to be there. The boys and I are keeping a close to usual as possible but it isn't going to be the same. Oh, and it is great that Lisa's family wants you.

At 5:55 PM, Blogger Dharma said...

When I read of your adjustments to life after Lisa, I never fail to tear up. I also always wish I lived closer so I could do, I don't know what, but something.

At 8:40 PM, Blogger Jeri said...

What a tough time, Melissa. I'm crying, reading of your last year with Lisa and the memories which are so fresh. I hope the blanket can comfort you with knowing how many friends care and send virtual hugs. I'm also glad you have the embrace of Lisa's family and remain in their lives. May Christmas bring you some joy amid the tears.

At 1:42 PM, Blogger ender said...

i hope the first of the holiday hurdles went as smoothly as can be expected and that you are doing all right.

peace to you,

At 10:58 AM, Blogger Danny said...

Thinking of you during the holidays, Melissa, and missing Lisa. I ended up working on a few of her drama books and I'd give anything to be able to call her up to talk about them (and other things). I was just reading her poignant blog entries from last December—I can't bring myself to delete it from my blogroll.

Much love to you.


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