I am alone this Christmas for the first time. The day started early, another byproduct of the aging process. For months I’ve known that I would be home alone today. The Boss is out of town to experience the joy of Christmas with our first Tiny Human Grandchild and her clan in Providence RI. Our other Number One Son is hiking somewhere in the Colorado Rockies. This Christmas I am home alone with my thoughts and memories.
The funny thing is I really don’t mind being home alone on Christmas. I don’t have a problem being alone. Some people get lonely when no one else is around. That’s not me. You can be in a room full of people and feel lonely. Or you can be alone and feel completely surrounded by the love of family and friends. There are just so many wonderful memories of Christmas all fighting for my attention right now. All day long these memories will begin bubbling to the surface. And believe it or not I just got a Merry Christmas text message from an old college buddy. This simple gesture brings back fond memories of Sweet and Sour Tripe (trust me, you don’t want to know the rest of this story). I can’t stop smiling.
The tree lights are on. Christmas music is in the air. I’m wearing my Life is Good tee with Jake’s dog on it (the one I wear every Christmas). I started a pot of Mayocabo beans early and they might even be ready for lunch later. The smiles keep coming because the memories are surfacing from places and times nearly forgotten. I wasn’t quite sure how I would feel home alone today but I’m fine. I have time to read and write. Dinner tonight will be with friends gathered together for some good food and good company. Believe it or not I just got a message from my stomach. It’s time to make my world famous multi-grain pancakes for Christmas breakfast.
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My Father had diabetes which contributed to his early demise.
My youngest brother was diagnosed with the disease in his 20’s. He is committing slow suicide by diet.
Way back last century when I was in my 20’s I was involved in a local professional group in Dallas TX. The speaker I brought in was one of the country’s leading endocrinologists from UT Southwestern Medical Center. After his talk I thanked him for his time and for enduring a dinner of rubber chicken and mushy vegetables. But what I really wanted was free medical advice.
“Doctor, my father and brother both have diabetes. Do you have any advice for me?”
The good doctor gave me a steely glare over the top rim of his glasses and said,
“Stay as thin as you can as long as you can.”
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When the kids were little we didn’t have furry friends in the house. We thought this would be bad for the allergies. Turns out we may have been wrong.
Your Mother and I apologize for your childhood canine deprivation syndrome.
Again, you can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backward. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.
Sunday mornings are wonderful time for reflection. I’ve kept a personal journal for many, many years. Warren Bennis once wrote that maintaining a journal and periodically taking a look back on your writings was The Path to Wisdom. I agree with Bennis on this point. Looking back helps you understand where you’ve been, where you are, and most importantly where you are going.
I was looking for something else in my journal and stumbled back on a section titled
The Dot Project.
There wasn’t much written there so I started adding Dots this morning. After a few Dots I realized I actually started The Dot Project in earnest here with the post Nothing to Do With Food. For the longest time I kept my journal private. But something is telling me that this is where some of my private thoughts should be shared.
The Dot Project lives here.