My friend Patty drives from Higgins Lake to Ann Arbor, Michigan regularly. She calls when she’s on the road. Just south of St. John’s, the highway flattens out into farm country, which is usually when my phone rings because I think the landscape gets boring, or at least hypnotizing.
One day last year she called laughing because she had seen a sign for “baby pygmy goats.” Neither one of us knew what they were, but we both had fun saying the words. She noticed it was early spring and said, “Next year I will watch for the first day the sign is out and that will be Baby Pygmy Goat Day: the first sign of spring.”
She called yesterday afternoon to say February 13 was Baby Pygmy Goat Day. The sign was out; five babies were available. Since I had already blogged yesterday, I did not get a chance to tell you, but a few Baby Pygmy Goat festivities added to Valentine’s Day have to be a plus, don’t you think?
As far as the little goats go, I found a bunch of information here and even an audio clip of a goat bleat. The goats are cute and evidently a bunch of folks are really into them, but I’m celebrating Baby Pygmy Goat Day because of my friend. We’ve known each other for almost twenty-five years and have seen each other through a lot of stuff. She stood up with me at my wedding. She and Ginger are also good friends. I will mark February 13 on my calendar as An Important Day because I’m friends with Patty.
Which brings me to February 14.
Tuesday night is committee meeting night at my church, every week a different committee. Christian Education meets the second week of the month. When we got to the end of our January meeting, the chairperson said, “Our next meeting will be February 14.”
“I can’t meet then;” I said, “it’s Valentine’s Day.” So they moved the meeting a week earlier.
A former teaching colleague chided me one year because I was making plans for Valentine’s. “It’s nothing but a Hallmark holiday,” he said. Several others around the lunch table agreed.
“Maybe so,” I replied, “but I figure any excuse to tell Ginger I love her is worth enjoying, regardless of who came up with the idea.” And so I’m off to pick up roses (peach) and chocolate (free trade) and then we will make our annual pilgrimage to the Hard Rock Cafe.
Valentine’s Day 1989 was early in our relationship. I took her to the Hard Rock in Dallas because she loved the place. They had a band that night. The restaurant gave everyone a glass of champagne. The night was full of energy and electricity for us; we both knew something was happening we didn’t quite comprehend. About half way through the set, the lead singer called his girlfriend up on stage and proposed. Ginger and I both knocked over our champagne glasses. When we got to the car after dinner, I moved to unlock her door and surprised her with a kiss that rivaled the one between Wesley and Buttercup at the end of The Princess Bride. It was a great night.
Life does enough to pull as apart, whether we are friends or lovers. The people who stay connected are the people who are determined to stay connected, who work at it, who find ways to build reminders of the bonds that matter into the daily routines of existence. When we get our cell phone bill every month, Ginger and I laugh because most of our minutes are spent talking to each other, and most of those calls are just to say hello.
I don’t really care about pygmy goats, but Baby Pygmy Goat Day matters because it connects me to my friend Patty.
Hallmark or not, I’m going to celebrate the hell out of Valentine’s Day because Ginger — the woman I love more than anyone else in the world — is going to dinner with me.
And when we get to the car, I’m planning on the Best Kiss Ever.
Peace (and Love),
Kewl beens! The BKE (best kiss ever). I like that. Have a great evening and Happy Valentine’s Day to both of you!
so here i sit, sun shining, snow glaring…i’m trying to get caught up on your blog entries – and WOW! it’s hard to read more than one at a time. i am swimming in a sea thoughts. Chocolate, slavery, free trade, cheney as a human, generosity, selfishness, winning, losing, the observance of days, and the best kiss ever are the lyrics against a “symphony of horns”. i feel inspired to respond, but to what? it’s all so much. and then i realized, this is life. in the midst of celebrating love, feeling good about people who extend help, sharing recipes, snugglin’-in on a snow day are the stark realities of cruelty, aggression, greed, and propoganda. it’s all mixed in together. thank you milty for all the thoughts on such a range of topics. these are indeed all the ingredients that create the recipe of our lives.
so here are my thoughts all piled in one…FREE TRADE, FREE TRADE, FREE TRADE!; “the race is not given to the swift, but to the one who endures it” – india. arie; regardless of hallmark, the overuse of the colors red and pink, and the obsene cost of roses-i will wear my corny pink socks with red sparkly hearts on them, i will make kindergarten style valentine’s for all of my co-workers, i will toast “wesley and buttercup” and lay one on my lovah!
the last thing i wanted to share is a poem:
THE WORLD IS A REFLECTION
lack of sharing-lack of caring
lack of clarity-lack of resolution
love withheld-forgiveness withheld
creativity withheld-blessings withheld
THE WORLD IS IN PAIN-WE ARE IN PAIN
what is being done in the world, we do to ourselves, we do to each other
until we heal ourselves, we will not change this world
until we choose love, not fear
until we forgive ourselves, until we stop polluting our own minds
until we seek blessings, until we are at home in our OWN bodies
until we care for our health, until we care for the earth beneath our own feet
until we become more patient, until we see fully with eyes of the spirit, our world will not change
THIS IS NOT ENOUGH!
we say we try, we say we care
but do we actively do our part?
CHANGE OUR MINDS – SHIFT OUR FOCUS
CHANGE OUR MINDS – SHIFT OUR HEARTS
CHANGE OUR MINDS – CARE FOR OUR SPIRIT
CHANGE OUR MINDS – CARE FOR ONE ANOTHER
how can we expect to see a world of glorious flowers in bloom if we tend not to our own garden?
THE WORLD IS A REFLECTION OF WHO WE ARE
WHEN WE CHANGE OUR WORLD CHANGES WITH US
WHEN WE TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR OUR OWN HEALING
OUR WORLD HEALS WITH US
THE WORLD IS A REFLECTION.
IT’S TIME TO CHANGE.
on this day, and every day…
lots and lots and lots of love to you
cherry berry the cupid-lovin’ fairy
Amazing words. Thank you, my dear, dear friend.
The Princess Bride and True Love….an under-appreciated movie to be sure.
Happened upon your blog by chance, and have been returning by choice.