Never underestimate the potential of the perfect gift.
As a preface to this post, one of our friends died unexpectedly last night. I found out via text. What the fuck is up with that? There should be a limit to technology.
This was not a young person, but it was not an old person either - it was and is still a shock.
This followed a couple of other non-starters from the weekend, including an argument with the kid and a front-page incident involving the police and one of our donors, in which everyone and their grandmother emailed/texted/phoned me and said, "Did you know about this?" To which I wanted to reply, "No, I've been living under a rock."
So how therapeutic was it to arrive home today, and find in the mail a custom office stamp from my friend Granny Annie.
And I am now not sure if she was putting me on, but to think that earlier today she wrote,
"It won't really seem
like a gift. It will be more like an office supply and you might not even
think it is a gift."
In my daze I was wondering if I was going to receive a package of post-its, but I should have known better.
That is exactly what I needed today.
Never underestimate the power of laughter and thoughtfulness. And for me, that can sometimes be when the word "fuck" is involved.
Tonight, we went to see Nine Inch Nails as an early Christmas present from my dad. Also lots of saying (singing) "fuck!"
So you see? My needs are simple. Give me rubber stamps and Trent Reznor, and everyone is safe.