Monday, December 13, 2010

It's beginning to feel a lot like Christmas

With the snow swirling around us it certainly seems a lot more like Christmas than it did just a few days ago. 

I started to get my Christmas buzz a week ago, when we went to the Toledo Zoo for our annual Lights Before Christmas expedition. Often we pick wildly improbable weather scenarios for our visit. We have been there in sub-zero temperatures (which has its benefits as everything is really deserted), on cold days with wind that created sub-zero wind chills (somewhat better, because you could still seek shelter in the aquarium, museum or the Carnivora Cafe), or worst of all, the year that it was 60 degrees on Thanksgiving weekend (that was a really bad idea). This year, it couldn't have been more perfect weather, except that there had been absolutely no snow as yet. To me, snow is really required to get in the holiday mood. That, and the lighted trees pulsating to the Trans Siberian Orchestra's "Christmas Eve in Sarajevo."  Last weekend I was able to get halfway into the mood without totally freezing my ass off. 

Tonight I got the rest of my Christmas spirit with a vengeance. Yup, we've got snow all right. Way more than is needed on the night of the Cantata for which we've rehearsed for two months now. I was convinced that it would not happen tonight because the roads were so treacherous ... but it did. And while I hate being out on the roads in this kind of weather, I'm very glad that we did have the cantata, because it has become another essential part of getting ready for the holiday season. And it was beautiful. The church was especially breathtaking, lit primarily by candlelight. The hand bells and hand chimes were awesome, especially in "Carol of the Bells," and our choir did a lovely job on the cantata music. We are very fortunate to have a talented, dedicated, and well-connected musical director in Carolyn Dicks, and her addition of a marvelous conductor and chamber orchestra added so much to our performance! CDs of the performance will be available for those who missed out due to the weather :-)

And now to finish the shopping. Unfortunately, given my recent blog about shopping locally, too many of my items are being purchased online. But that's the reality of living 25 miles from the nearest stores and having only one vehicle to boot. I try to make up for it by shopping locally the majority of the time, year-around. 

Tomorrow is officially a snow day in The Center of the Universe, so all the kids are rejoicing while the moms are scrambling for child care. Very glad it's not me, although I do long for a "snow day" myself once in a while. Maybe I could finish my baking as so many moms are trying to do today!

I will have to tell everyone about my too-short visit to Gotta Scrap Inn this weekend ... but that's another blog for another day. 

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus ...

For the past five or six years, I've been Santa Claus.

And I love my job. 

OK, I will admit that part of the attraction in the beginning was Strawberrt Daiquiris. Now, it is the wine. But there is much more to it than that. 

Here's the story: Several years ago, The Center of the Universe put out a mailbox on Main Street for letters to Santa. For a few years, those letters were answered by a woman of my acquaintance, who then submitted them to my day job as newspaper editor, to get paid by the column inch for answering letters written by little children. Sadly, the answers from Santa Claus were much less interesting than the letters themselves. 

Once she was no longer paid, she quickly lost interest in the position. That's how a few friends and I got involved in the Letters-To-Santa business. 

The first year, four of us were involved in the process. We divvied up the letters, making sure that siblings all got answers from the same "Secret Santa," and tried to answer them with warmth, compassion, and humor. 

Most of the time, we succeeded in at least two of those areas. And we receive a lot of other benefits in return: Laughter, Friendship, Holiday spirit, and a sense of satisfaction in having done something to make someone else happy.

The four of us consisted of a professional photographer, a business owner, an attorney, and an editor. What a motley crew we created, and how much fun we had! Strawberry Daiquiris were promised for our inaugural gathering, and we were not denied. The red color gave us a little bit of festive atmosphere, and we wore our Christmas attire to keep us in the mood. 

Santa hats and Christmas sweaters became de rigeur. When we ran out of daiquiri mix, we walked up to the party store and grabbed a few aseptic containers of wine (red, of course). Planned snacks were an added bonus. 

Our favorite part is reading the letters out loud so everyone could enjoy them. One of the classic moments from our first year was receiving a letter from the son of one of the local sheriff's deputies, who mentioned that he would be leaving cookies and milk for Santa. The attorney elf decided to respond to that message. She reminded the child that sometimes Santa gets tired of cookies. Instead, please leave a plate of vegetarian lasagna and pumpkin cheesecake for Santa to snack on. 

You can bet that the next day the deputy in question had a number of detectives checking for fingerprints on that letter from Santa. 

And then, imagine getting a letter from a little boy (Steven, or another non-gender-neutral name). He wants to have a Justin Bieber doll so he can kiss it every night. Or a very sincere-sounding letter from a kid that you know to be in high school. Or a two-page long letter from a child who has looked up prices at Wal-Mart, Target, Meijer and Dunham's. Or those that are obviously copied from a Lego catalog. Then there are the little girls who tell us at great length how good they have been, meanwhile requesting an iPod Touch with more than 8G of memory. Or the child who has put check-marks for good behavior next to the names of all their family members (including the dog). 

How can you resist answering letters like that? Even wine can't make this any better. 

There are also those with a bit of pathos. The child who wants Mommy and Daddy to love each other once more. The one who wants Grandma to feel better for Christmas. The one who says she doesn't need anything for herself, but please bring her baby brother a present. 

And, there is the humorous side of pathos: the child who wrote a letter to Santa Claus on the reverse side of a condolence "thank you" card. ("The family of Shirley Jones thanks you for your loving support in our time of sorrow;" complete with Thomas Kinkade illustration on the front). 

You have got to love this kind of a volunteer assignment.  I have to recommend this as an antidote for the Scrooge syndrome. Come and join us if you want to. Or start doing this kind of a project in your own community. The rewards are bountiful and the fringe benefits are great. 

I can't wait to hear your tales. 

Friday, December 3, 2010

Staying local--it's worth the effort

So I almost started to feel important when I got so much input to my last column in "M" Magazine. It was not meant to single out any one but to raise awareness that doing business locally is A Good Thing.

And since I got so much reaction (both good and bad) to my awarenss-raising, I decided to continue it in this issue.

This time, I'm not going to focus as much on local events as on local businesses. All of you who grew up in Manchester, or who have had your kids grow up here, have heard the familiar refrain: "There's nothing to do in Manchester."

I will be happy to contend that there is plenty to do in Manchester--and plenty more that can be done.

The local Chamber of Commerce boasts more than 100 members. These are all local business people who have a stake in this community. Most of them live here, as well as making their business home here. They love it here and want to make Manchester a great place to live and work. And shop. 

And really, there are many other local businesses that don't belong to the chamber yet. Those, too, deserve our support.

Why should we shop locally? Well, for one thing, it's a lot better for the environment. You aren't wasting a lot of gas to go to a large chain store that is three-quarters parking lot. And when you take into account your time and gas money, it's often cheaper to shop here even if you are paying a little bit more for the product in question.

It's fun to do business in Manchester, too. Sure, you might be shopping at the mega-grocery store and happen to run into someone who lives near you, but it's a lot more likely to run into your neighbors when you're at Manchester Market. And other local shoppers are normally a lot more tolerant of you standing in the aisle chit-chatting with a long-lost (or not-lost) friend. 

Or you might be eating out at Chain Restaurant C in  and from across the room you see someone you know waiting in the 45-minute line for a table. They are still standing in line when you've finished your meal so as you leave you can tell them how "great" your dinner was. Thanks a bunch--some of their family members have already fainted from hunger, while the strangers surrounding them look on in disgust.

OK, I'm exaggerating. But that wouldn't happen here in Manchester. First of all, there are rarely any waiting lines--but if there is a short wait at the Hungry Wolf, Black Sheep, Frank's, Linda's Diner, or Whistle Stop, there are usually a few other neighbors that are waiting too. So you stand there joking around and the waitress or hostess or owner (when have you ever met the owner of one of those big chain restaurants?) stops by periodically to exchange a few pleasantries and let you know how much longer you might expect to wait for your table. And in the unlikely event that someone actually did keel over from hunger, all of the EMTs and doctors and nurses in the dining room would immediately jump up from their dinner and rush over to help. As would everyone else in line. Because we're all neighbors here. 

And if you decide to order a pizza at home from Classic or Ollie's, you probably know the guy (or girl) who's delivering it to you. They, too, are depending on local shoppers to help them earn their living. Or their college tuition. Or just their high school spending money. 

We have two local artists' galleries in Manchester. Are you looking for something truly unique for yourself or someone else? You don't have to go to the fancy places in Chelsea or Ann Arbor or Detroit. We've got some pretty great artwork right downtown in the Wild Acorn or Manchester Station. And again--you'll get personal service from the owner of the business. Who might even be your neighbor. 

It can also be rewarding to shop in Manchester. At Worth Repeating, for example, every item sold in the store are donated. All of the workers are volunteers. And all of the profits are distributed back into the community--this year, to the tune of more than $50,000. Now lest you think this shop is one big garage sale, let me correct you. All of the items donated to the store are carefully sorted by the volunteers. The very best stuff makes it to the sales floor. Other items are donated on to other reputable charities, distributed by workers at the Washtenaw County Community Support and Treatment Services, which provides services to mentally disabled adults. Little, if anything, is wasted. It's more like recycling at its finest. 

I could go on. I realize I have only touched on only a very few local retail businesses, and none of the services that are available locally. Since it's December, I figure everyone is out shopping anyway. And my column space is limited. I'll get to the services another time. 

The following is adapted from a newsletter circulated in another Michigan community recently, but I thought it was worth sharing to conclude this article. I hope you will remember it as you're shopping this holiday season.
Save your local economy ... three stores at a time.

*Think about three independently owned businesses that you'd miss if they were gone. Stop in and say hello. Pick up a little something that will make someone smile. Your contribution truly keeps these businesses around.

*If just half the employed U.S. population spent $50 each month in independently-owned businesses, their purchases would generate more that $42.6 billion in revenue. Imagine the positive impact if even more of the employed population did the same.

*for every $100 spent in independently owned stores, $68 returns to the community through taxes, payroll and other expenditures. When it is spent in a national chain, only $43 stays local. 
Spend it online and nothing comes home.
Think about it. And let me know what you're thinking. You can email me at marshajc@gmail.com or comment on my blog at marshajc.blogspot.com.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Three days and counting

So, today is officially my third full Facebook-free day.

I am surviving.

I have to say that I probably crave instant gratification, which must be what addicted me to Facebook in the first place. A million people in one place; one person clicks "like" about my status message or my post to someone else's wall and I'm all excited. Not too many people are clicking "like" on my blog posts or commenting in any other way. That's OK, really. I'm not begging for attention.

I had to laugh today, though. My daughter thought maybe my account had been deleted for my "dirty" breastfeeding pictures. (Please know she said that with tongue firmly implanted in cheek, although it was probably made easier for her to feel charitable and humorous due to the fact that I was actually breastfeeding her brother in those pictures. If it had been her, I might've been in more trouble with her than with Facebook.) I wouldn't have been surprised if it had. People can say fuck and shit and piss and whatever else all day long on FB and no one blinks an eye. I have seen a hell of a lot of pictures of young girls' butts or cleavage or both. And a few older girls', as well. But if you post a breastfeeding picture, which I have done several times, you are liable to get kicked off of Facebook.

Nope, that's not the reason I can't be found. I did it to myself. I thought about announcing it to others, but I decided to mostly let them find out for themselves. And obviously they are starting to do so.

I admit to cheating a little bit. I looked over David's shoulder last night as he checked his FB messages. And I was enjoying a post that a friend showed me on her own FB page. Gotta love this blog: http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2010/02/boyfriend-doesnt-have-ebola-probably.html

Now that I'm not on Facebook, I may actually have time to follow her blog. She is just too funny.

That's all for now. I'm still refining my "anti-cynical" blog but it is sounding like it will still be somewhat cynical. Oh, well.