on tradition
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it's my dad's birthday this sunday, and am holding off on getting my nails done in anticipation of what could be a major grime collecting event this saturday.
saturday, or actually the day before my dad's birthday, is the day we dust off our christmas tree, hunt amongst the many boxes piled up in the garage for the lights and ornaments, and launch what for my family is the beginning of the christmas seaon by greeting my dad's 55th day with the tree all lit up.
it's a tradition we've had since way back when, or actually since we discovered that not setting a definite date for "operation tree up" would lead to it either being set up way early (christmas 97? i think) like september, or way late (christmas 99).
and love for tradition is something i think my dad has passed on to me and my other sisters, such as staying in on one's birthday and spending it with family, the one glass of champagne (which my father thinks is still the only alcohol we get all year) on new year's eve, christmas eve with my mom and christmas day with my father, and all those little moments during the year where like clockwork, more often than not unconsciously, we follow patterns set from years back.
and tradition is nice, tradition is safe, tradition is happy.
tradition is safe harbor from the unexpected and the expected even, it's the thing you can count on, even if it's the tradition that totally sucks (like not drinking during the christmas break not cause i can't go out but cause my dad throws a hissy fit when i do, so in essence i can't go out nga. labo)
and tradition is the harbor i will cling to as this second sem of my second (and thus far less tumultuous) year in law school begins, and as i await the grades from two subjects whose total combined units, if i flunk, will seriously derail any plans i have of ever having a life for the rest of the year.
but i leave whoever is reading this with a thought from luke, from gilmore girls the tv show:
( a different take on tradition which in grumpier moments i must confess i share)
tradition is a trap that allows people to stick their head in the sand. everything in the past was so quaint, so charming. times were simpler. kids didn't have sex. neighbors knew each other. it's a freaking fairy tale. things sucked then, too.
it just sucked without indoor plumbing.
it's my dad's birthday this sunday, and am holding off on getting my nails done in anticipation of what could be a major grime collecting event this saturday.
saturday, or actually the day before my dad's birthday, is the day we dust off our christmas tree, hunt amongst the many boxes piled up in the garage for the lights and ornaments, and launch what for my family is the beginning of the christmas seaon by greeting my dad's 55th day with the tree all lit up.
it's a tradition we've had since way back when, or actually since we discovered that not setting a definite date for "operation tree up" would lead to it either being set up way early (christmas 97? i think) like september, or way late (christmas 99).
and love for tradition is something i think my dad has passed on to me and my other sisters, such as staying in on one's birthday and spending it with family, the one glass of champagne (which my father thinks is still the only alcohol we get all year) on new year's eve, christmas eve with my mom and christmas day with my father, and all those little moments during the year where like clockwork, more often than not unconsciously, we follow patterns set from years back.
and tradition is nice, tradition is safe, tradition is happy.
tradition is safe harbor from the unexpected and the expected even, it's the thing you can count on, even if it's the tradition that totally sucks (like not drinking during the christmas break not cause i can't go out but cause my dad throws a hissy fit when i do, so in essence i can't go out nga. labo)
and tradition is the harbor i will cling to as this second sem of my second (and thus far less tumultuous) year in law school begins, and as i await the grades from two subjects whose total combined units, if i flunk, will seriously derail any plans i have of ever having a life for the rest of the year.
but i leave whoever is reading this with a thought from luke, from gilmore girls the tv show:
( a different take on tradition which in grumpier moments i must confess i share)
tradition is a trap that allows people to stick their head in the sand. everything in the past was so quaint, so charming. times were simpler. kids didn't have sex. neighbors knew each other. it's a freaking fairy tale. things sucked then, too.
it just sucked without indoor plumbing.
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