>Joy to the World

>It’s been interesting reading the responses to the recent post ‘philosophising’ … about acceptance of / coping with / putting a positive spin on some the challenges that life throws at some of us.
so today I thought I’d point you all the in the direction of one of the links over there in the sidebar that you may have missed – the link to The Postcard Project.

I think I first saw mention of this on Bell’s blog, and being interested in postcards, it piqued my interest.
Once I got over there, I discovered a wonderful, inspirational, positive individual named Beth, who despite the fact that she’s terminal and needs to use a wheelchair, has made it her goal to send postcards to all those who would like her to. I think most of us would understand if Beth was a bit p****d at the lot handed to her [ and seeing she’s human, I’m sure that some days it’s hard to summon up all that much of a positive outlook ]
but it seems to me that Beth rarely allows herself to be bogged down in misery
instead she brings joy to others.

I could have asked for a postcard for myself – she says that you don’t have to be disabled to ask – but instead I asked her to send one to David as he rarely ever gets mail unless it comes from Centrelink [ Social Security ]

THIS is what arrived [ I’ve obscured the postal details ]
not just a postcard but stickers and stamping – a little work of art

Whether your preferred version of Joy to the World is the Christian Christmas Carol, or the Hoyt Axton version made famous by Three Dog Night, I’m sure that you will agree that there are some folks out there who make the world a happier, sunnier place … who quite literally bring JOY to the world.

Beth is one of ’em.

Today I posted off a package to her containing some Aussie postcards and some stickers that I’m hopeful will help her to keep on spreading the joy

>in a nutshell

>My day:re reading Jim Butcher, knitting, telly, quilt book, cuppa[s]

plus some gardening, blog reading and some mindless sewing of triangles for a scrap quilt


>I had a rather interesting conversation with a reasonably close friend the other day.
I can’t really remember how it started but at one point, presumably in response to something I’d said [ or maybe just some errant thought -I don’t know ] she said
“If the things that have happened to you, had happened to me, I’m not sure that I could accept it “
mmm okay


now y’see, I couldn’t count how many people over the years have asked ‘how do you cope?’ or just made the statement that they couldn’t – cope that is. Sometimes they’re talking about David … sometimes about my husband’s death… sometimes about my health. Usually I just give back some facile answer along the lines of ” you cope because you have to”
this was a church-going friend talking about Acceptance with a capital A – a different thing altogether from ‘coping’ [ which at one point, when David was a lot younger, was the single word in the English language which I most loathed because I heard it so often … but I’m drifting off on a tangent. Must stop. Must get back to the point ]

anyhoo, as the end of this year is nearly upon us, I’ve been thinking about her comment

Certainly there are things that have happened in my life – as in everyone’s – that are not as I would have had them be
some of those things I could do something about
some of them not
but I can, to a certain extent, determine how I react to those issues.

I’m not altogether sure that I do accept them – capitalised or not – certainly not in the sense of believing stuff to be preordained in some fixed and immutable way.

What I do accept is that stuff happens and you try to deal with it.
It’s not necessarily fair.
You don’t have to like it,
you do get to choose whether you keep moving, or just curse the universe for its perversity while you stay bogged down in misery for the rest of your life.

The way I see it, you can either spend your time wailing ” why me?” or asking yourself ” why not me? Why should I be immune to what life brings?”

anyone care to weigh in ?

… and I think I’ll leave you with my all time favourite quote. Don’t know who said it originally, but it resonates with me:

‘Bout the only difference between a stepping stone and a stumbling block is in the way that you use them !”


>DaisyQuilts is having a giveaway to celebrate her first blogiversary – you have until New Year’s Eve [ aussie time ] to enter so you’d better get your skates on!
The link’s over there in the sidebar folks … go to it !

>the wash up

>I’ll let you in a little secret – we actually celebrated Christmas yesterday as Nadie was starting work early this morning … and before you start feeling sorry for her having to work today … a lot of the other staff would have had family commitments … and she was entirely sanguine about the pay rates !!

Nonna of course was already up here, and Nadie and The Boy arrived at midday with the grandkittens who are staying Chez Catsmum for a week or so. Nadie and Chris had brought all their presents up to put under my tree and after a lavish lunch of soup, lasagne, pork, turkey, prawns, roast veggies, salad and dessertwe opened them all.
I can tell that The Boy fits into my family just fine
… all of this detritus:
is the wrappings from his present to Nadie
which was
a whitegold and diamond nose stud

I got the definite impression that Nonna liked her shawl

David scored some new furniture and lots of small things to play with but his absolute favourite present was/is this articulated bead and wire thingie from The Boy

and me ?
… do you remember the three new Discworld novels that I scored last week for my birthday ?
well, I now have the next five to add to them. Yahoo! Three from Nadie and The boy and two from David [ needless to say Nadie was responsible for his choices ]
There was also a lovely T2 pack of breakfast, lunch and afternoon teas from #1 son & co
beautiful sterling cat earrings from my friend Karen
heart shaped millifiore earrings from friend Terry
… and a container of congealed, melted chocolate from my sister-in-law who still hasn’t worked out after 35 years that chocolate = migraine. .. so I’m an ungrateful wretch. So sue me !

Then after all that, while we were still impersonating a pod of beached post-prandial whales, we had the second sitting so that Nadie and The Boy could head back to the Big Smoke.
which was. of course, when Nonna, David and I settled down for an evening of Carols by Candlelight as whinged about yesterday

So the upshot is that today has felt like Boxing Day

I got up at the usual ungodly hour, fed assorted goats, cats and dog, and then took myself, a cuppa, and a good book out onto the verandah to read in peace and a quiet that was only punctuated by some early birds discussing the whereabouts of the best worms, and the barely audible strains of Christmas carols emanating from the CFA truck which was apparently doing the rounds of the neighborhood. I would imagine it takes a fair bit of community spirit to volunteer to spend the early hours of Christmas Day driving Santa around in a fire truck and handing out sweets.

David put in an appearance and was persuaded back to bed with some breakfast and the promise of Muppet Treasure Island.
MIL didn’t surface until Dave got a bit loud around 10.30ish and then she spent several hours parked in front of the live feed of the Midnight Mass from the Vatican.
The day has involved television [all] and knitting [me ] and reading [ also me ] and gardening [ yes, also me ] some sitting outside [all] a short walk [all] and a minimum amount of anything that could remotely be interpreted as housework

all in all a pretty good day even if it didn’t feel quite like Christmas day

and to finish:
Extremely Weird and Totally Unexplainable Catsmum Christmas Factoid:
I don’t have a favourite Christmas movie. I have never seen It’s A Wonderful Life or Miracle on 54th Street, and haven’t actually watched a ‘Christmas movie’ in years. Probably not since the kids got past the Rudolph-the-red-nosed-reindeer stage. Sad but true !

>2 hours to go !

>… and we’re watching Carols By Candlelight [ the televised one from the Myer Music Bowl in Melbourne ]
I’d love to be able to report that it’s the equal of some of the magical concerts of past years [ long past ]
regardless of my love of all things Christmas, I remain convinced that it’s a thinly disguised excuse to feature every half-talented hack connected with the 9 Network and a number of strident young ladies who appear to have forgotten their skirts – and a handful of genuine singers
despite some very mediocre moments

the highlight for me [ so far ]
Dennis Walter and his glorious big bass voice and “The First Noel”

currently I’m listening to Sophie Palladino’s “In Excelsis Deo” and she’s doing a passable job of it, following what was undoubtedly the world’s fastest rendition of the “Hallelujah Chorus”
NOTE to the Music Director: fast does not necessarily equal best or even acceptable

The Australian Boys Choir were a bit … meh … lacking their usual clarity and purity of tone

Can’t help it … I prefer my Carols to be traditional carols, or at the very least, actual Christmas songs [ I’ll make the exception for the Hallelujah Chorus and also for Holy City/Jerusalem which are both Easter pieces but have become associated with Christmas ]