It's beginning to be one of my holiday traditions: the annual lussekatter post. I treasure them.
Yes, that's what it is, I am a missionary to poodlekind!
Happy Santa Lucia Day.
I so admire you for sticking to your therapy and somehow managing not to whine - when you, maybe, of a lot of folks I know, have every RIGHT to whine.
Happy Santa Lucia Day.
Vertigo, be GONE.
Thanks. I don't really see how whining would help, so mostly I try not.
The year can turn.
And may it be a better one.
LOL. Well at least I didn't say "kick the dog!" Feel free to translate that sentiment from Eastern European to Scandisotan. :-) And at our house you know that spilling the hot melted butter would be observed not with a sucking of air into the nose, but a loud and fullsome string of curses, a little blaspheming, and possibly yelling at the dog or the cat, if he ventured to get in my way during the cleaning up, which he would, because melted butter is worth it.
My husband's cultural background (Ssouthern) is a bit more like yours, and it's taken him a long time to get used to the idea that sometimes people express themselves with *emphasis* and it doesn't mean that they're necessarily even angry.
Uff da, the Southerner thinks you're expressive? That's pretty expressive! On the other hand, we have some Southern men friends who have moved up here and feel pretty comfortable, so maybe it has cultural pockets like that.
Ah, and bawled all the way through it.
In good ways.
And have a lengthy email sitting in draft that will either go half-thought or I'll actually finish it this weekend and send, but am still thinking of you.
You are a role model for all of us; I hope you know that. Happy Santa Lucia Day!
When I was 17, I had all sorts of people telling me I was a role model "for young girls" because I was doing a physics major. And I kept thinking, "Lady/Mister, I am just doing my differential equations homework and trying to get my lab writeup done in time!" So I had to learn that being a role model is in those tiny steps, that a Supreme Court justice could sit there thinking, "Lady/Mister, I am just trying to get this brief written on time and not forget any of the important footnotes!"
So thank you.
Thanks, dear. Soon we will be in the good part of the winter, where it's still really cold and snowy but is more light all the time.
Happy Santa Lucia day!
and oh yes, my mother's side never yells, not ever. My dad is more the blustery type and wanders around yelling and whatnot whenever he's frustrated and forgets it ten minutes later; I've always been a wreck whenever he does that.
I had a boss like that one summer, and he terrified me, because it was so far outside my experience that anybody would behave like that, I had no idea what he would do next. The answer was generally nothing, but I had no experience of men yelling. There was mild exasperated voice from my dad and my grandpa, and that was all. (And the "men" part mattered because the boss in question was a big man, 6'3" or so and broad-shouldered, so he was very physically intimidating when he stormed around and yelled.)
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Happy Lucia Day!
I don't yell at the cat with transferred anger or frustration; I do sometimes yell in startlement or, less often, the vain hope that it will deter annoying behavior.
We sternly say, "Ista! That is not what we do."
She's grown up with us. She knows that one.
Happy St Lucy day dear, may the season bring you joy and surprises.
Happy Santa Lucia Day to you as well.
Kevin can't stand movies or TV shows where there's intense conflict between characters that results in yelling or even sometimes just raised voices. He cringes and will leave the room. (He's the same way about embarrassment "humor".)
My family doesn't yell either, except my Mom sometimes did and later on I realized it was when her medication (for depression) wasn't working all that well or at all or she was otherwise having a rough time with it. And I've noticed that for me, the times I raise my voice or come the closest to yelling are also related to meds or mental illness or it sure seems like it. 'Cause it's not *me* to do so, if that makes sense. Can't help but wonder if you could start diagnosing lifelong Minnesotans with stuff just based on if they're yellers! Heh. Perhaps not.
But now that I think of it, the times she did yell seemed so crazy or alien and it was just so uncomfortable and weird. Because who does that, except in the movies? We didn't take it very seriously, I suppose, perhaps because of that. My Dad got his points across clearly much easier than she did, without ever raising his voice.
I do not enjoy embarrassment "humor," either. Especially when it seems like someone could Do Something and they are Not Doing It, yarrrrg.
Here's hoping that by the time you make this post for 2009 stemmy blueberries are the only problem you encounter.
Thanks! Best of '09 to you, too.
Natten går tunga fjät, runt gård och stuga.
Kring jord som sol'n förlät, skuggorna ruva.
Då i vårt mörka hus, stiga med tända ljus,
Sankta Lucia, Sankta Lucia.
I love to read about you making the lussekatter each year. This year's entry is very fine indeed.
*is celebrating Santa Lucia Day for the first time with wild abandon*
happy happy! i'm sorry about the butterdammerung.
Wild abandon, really? Okay, I think we can deal with that.