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| A blurry photo of my mom and dad at my aunt's wedding in 1991. |
Today’s post covers Sunday and Monday, or the fourteenth and
fifteenth days of Christmas miracles. Both
of these miraculous events involve my dad. I have mentioned my dad on my
blog before when I talked about how he regularly whoops my butt at Words WithFriends. I also mentioned that my dad is a hard worker and talented at all
manner of household improvement and fix-it projects. Sunday was the culmination
of a weekend in which Dad fixed a whole bunch of stuff for me. He put up my
outside Christmas lights, blew all of the pine straw off my roof and out of my
gutters, and re-glued a bunch of the little tiles down on my bathroom floor. My
dad is a truly great person, and he is so helpful to me. He has also provided a
great example to me of the fact that men can be reliable, in spite of real-life
evidence to the contrary (when you have a broken picker at least).
Monday’s Christmas
miracle is that I managed to escape a harrowing, possibly multi-day captivity. Yesterday
morning when I tried to leave my house to go to work, I found that my door was
stuck. I pulled and pulled, but I could not open the door. The lock was stuck,
sentencing me to incarceration in my home. I was tired, and didn’t feel like
going to work, so house arrest seemed like a good thing for a few minutes. Then
I realized that I really couldn’t call in stuck to work, so I called my mom
instead, and she came over and slammed at the door until it popped open.
Then, later, when I got home after a long day at work, I
found that my amazing parents had come over while I was gone and replaced the
lock, even making it so I did not have to get a new key. My mom hung out with
my pets and plugged the drafty hole in the door left by a missing doorknob
while my dad replaced the knob and lock. By the time I got home I could get in
and out of my house like gangbusters! I don’t know what I did to get so lucky
with such great parents, but every day I am thankful for my lot in life. And, I
know I say this regularly as I attempt to justify some of the happenings I
write about as “miracles,” but I do think it is pretty amazing that I get to
have parents that not only love me and help me, but whom I also actually enjoy
being around.
I mean, I could have ended up with Anne Ramsay’s character
from Throw Momma From the Train as my mom or something, or I could have been
sentenced to life with Darth Vader as my father, but instead I got two wonderful,
caring people who always put my welfare above their own, and who also try to
slip me cash on a regular basis. Christmas is a season in which we should be
thankful for the large and small blessings in our lives. Merry Christmas Mom
and Dad!
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