Sea of Thoughts

Okay, I’ll admit that today’s blog post is pretty random.  It happened like this…

We went to a friend’s baby shower this weekend, so of course we looked at their baby registry before that.  And of course I got a catalog from one of those companies last night–Land of Nod.  They have plenty of practical products, but true to form, I fell in love with one of the less essential baby items.  It made me wish that Peanut was in need of some baby toys right now, which he’s not, since he’s a dog.


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It’s the “Be on the Sea Activity Floor Mat.”  I’m not a mom, so I don’t know a lot about child development, etc.  I know next to nothing about that, actually.  So I’m wondering, would this be all that useful?  Would it be useful for three months and then never touched again?  Would you want to cry if your baby puked on it?  I might.

After that train of thought (the semi-logical one), I started thinking about whether Peanut would enjoy this in his dotage.  Maybe he would like being surrounded by stuffed buddies when he can’t walk too well.  Maybe it would be comforting.  And that’s when I realized I needed to put down the baby catalog.

Grown-up Christmas List

I haven’t forgotten to tell stories about Thanksgiving, I’m just making a brief detour to the topic of Christmas.  Part of the weekend conversation did revolve around Christmas shopping and getting ready for the season.  Black Friday happened.  I thankfully went to the mountains instead of the mall.  Whew, another shopping stampede avoided.

Do you remember Amy Grant’s Christmas albums from back in the day?  Man, I loved that music.  Home for Christmas was one of my first CD’s circa 1995.

One of the songs on that album was titled “Grown-up Christmas List.”  In that song, Amy wishes for all sorts of good things–justice, peace, etc.  But you can’t exactly wrap those up and put them under a tree for your loved ones, now can you?

My desire to buy tangible gifts for the people I care about doesn’t have anything to do with Christmas as it should be.  That’s true.  It’s like giving presents to everybody except the person whose birthday you’re celebrating.  But still, I can’t make myself stop.

So if you haven’t guessed, my grown-up Christmas list doesn’t include world peace.  My list is, however, in existence as of today.  For that, I’m grateful.  Even if the concept of major Christmas shopping isn’t theologically sound, I stand by the list.  It includes the names of people I love, and it shows me small ways that I can express that to them.  What’s not to like about that?

That’s all.  I made a Christmas list, and I’m happy about it.