Wind is a game changer isn’t it? It can make a cold day colder, a warm day warmer, wreak havoc with everything from hairdos to gardens to communities but can equally be a source of comfort with its music, its flexibility and its potential for energy.
Wind is a tool of one our classical elements. That said, it may be the most valuable tool that air has in its belt. Ask a firefighter in the midst of the craziness in Southern California, or my family and friends in tornado alley (Texas) or any seaman worth a lick the effect that wind has on them during crunch time.
I’ve experienced my first real wind here in Australia. Of course I’ve been in wind before but nothing that rattled windows and shifted vehicles. Thankfully I haven’t been caught out in it without the security of a quick retreat to safety. Being that it’s winter here, the wind is usually quite cold. I’m curious as to what the summer will bring.
Wind has a bright future. I’m confident that at some point its usefulness will equal its destruction.
The best part about today’s Christmas was the different generations that were here. My dad’s cousin, who is our perennial shit talker was here from Detroit; always a pleasure. She is one of the oldest of our Napier clan and she’s awesome. There’s nothing better than old people telling you what’s what. My dad, who might be considered the patriarch of our extended family is always ready to share is wisdom. I was thankful that a couple of the younger kids were listening, not only because he likes to be heard, but because even if they only heard 1/3 of what was said, it was worth it.
Another highlight…my brother Matt was wearing the super generic Santa suit costume that was issued during my most recent attempt at becoming a runner, the Santa Run 5k in Sacramento. It was great, he looked ridiculous!
All I have today is the long story, cut short. Merry Christmas to all of my people, none of which read this blog!
I don’t know how it is for most families but for ours there’s been a pattern of wacky behavior this time of year. I imagine the stories are just about the same, the cast of characters a little different. There will always be the large elephant(s) in the room that either go undiscussed or are discussed with the aid of the seasons finest adult beverages. What is supposed to be a time of festive gathering turns into the dramatics of a room full of people whose sole purpose for the night is to make everyone as miserable as they are. It’s tiring but it’s family.
This year is a bit different as there are actual issues worth discussion. Generally, it’s just a whirlwind of craziness that always ends up being a battle of voices screaming about who has it worse. Now, however, we are in the midst of a real and serious family drama of which no one has a clue which way will turn out. We’re at the point now where we’re all hoping for the best but expecting the worst and where the obvious tragedy lies in the fact that there are children involved, children who have seen and experienced far to much in their limited years. We ‘re stuck in a sit and wait moment which feeds into the incessant gossip and instinct to use this circumstance to better ones own standing within the family. It’s doubly exhausting.
My immediate family is where the true impact lies. We’re pivoting toward the very real possibility that we’re going to lose one of our members to her own weaknesses and self sacrifice. She seems willing to sacrifice that structure that has gotten her through some of the more difficult moments most people would ever need to go through. And she’s sacrificing it all for a cause that has everyone baffled.
My approach has been to make sure that, despite what happens, we maintain at least a little level of communication. I can’t help her see things my way, but I can help her work through the problems of her situation that I know she can see. Everything I know about her tells me that she’s sees what we all see, she’s just holding on to some fantastical hope that all will be right in the end. The rest of the family knows that this is not going to happen, we have to sort of stand out ground on this one, but there’s nothing that we’re going to be able to do or say to sway her. She’ll need to come to her own understanding of what is at stake here. For both herself, her kids, her family and her future.
We’re off to our family Christmas Eve get together. I guess we’ll find out how many elephants we’re let out of their cages. I hope it’s not too interesting tonight!