Monday, November 17, 2003
Forget the lavender body lotion, forget the warm sweater, and forget the fancy kitchen doodad, here’s what I REALLY want for Christmas:
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- Excellent health for myself and everybody I love. Without this, nothing else seems to matter anyhow.
- 4 more hours in a day. With the express stipulation that I am not allowed to work or touch a computer (or even think about or talk about computers) during those hours. These hours would be for rest and relaxation only: reading, exercise, sewing, hanging out with family and friends. It would be great if these four extra hours could be split up between the morning and the evening. For example, insert two extra hours between 8 and 10 am., and then another two hours between 7 and 9 pm. These hours would remain unnamed (as far as any assigned hour number) and not show up on any daily schedule or calendar, making them impossible to schedule. They would just BE. And yes, I realize that I am asking for a major shift in the time-space continuum. But if Santa can deliver all those toys to girls and boys all over the world in a single evening, then surely he can accomplish this, right?
- A job writing a weekly syndicated newspaper column, or a monthly magazine column. I’ve decided that what I really want to be when I grow up is a columnist. And I don’t want to write about technology, for goodness sake! That would be the opposite of the point.
- My freakin’ dog to behave. In other words to a) calm down when people come over or ring the doorbell, b) to make a conscious effort to get along with other dogs, and c) to not chew my bedding.
- My best friends to promise to not move away. ‘Nuff said.
- Another book deal. Any topic will do, including technology.
- Magic in my life. The everyday kind of magic that includes random acts of kindness, love, and serendipity. The type of magic that will make it seem as though there are more hours in the day, make a column job and book deal appear, ease my dog’s anxieties, and make my best friends stay local. The type of magic that I’ve experienced before and that I know exists...just like Santa...in hearts and minds everywhere.
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