Back in November Bob and I agreed that we neither needed nor wanted anything by way of Christmas gifts. We share a common lack of interest in material “stuff” and a clear sense that God has blessed us with every truly important thing already. More is generally not better, usually it’s just more. So it was settled. The simple joys would reign–time with family, gratitude, sharing our blessings. Agreed. Ix-nay on the esents-pray.
On Christmas morning when the grand-kids had opened everything in sight, one very large package remained untouched behind the couch. (I know what you’re thinking. No, it wasn’t a Red Ryder BB gun.) Bob pushed it toward me with a half-sheepish, half-excited grin on his face. It was a Blendtec–you know, one of those multi-function-super-blenders that doubles as a cement-mixer. Yep. Bob had wandered into COSTCO the day before, looking for athletic socks. He wandered out with two pizzas and a Blendtec, socks forgotten as visions of smoothies danced in his head.
Can I tell you, I dig the Blendtec? Best toy I’ve had in years. Every day we pull fruits and veggies out of the fridge or freezer and concoct some amazing smoothie creation. So far I have successfully suppressed my almost-daily urges to toss some oddment or other into it. I go into Ralphie-esque trances envisioning Dad’s crescent wrenches or half a dozen pairs of reading glasses or my entire ring of keys (clicker included) or the In-N-Out sandals from the laundry room shoe shelf whirling around with a mighty racket in our ferocious new machine. It probably wasn’t a great idea to watch so many “Will It Blend?” clips on YouTube.
I resist those more interesting urges in favor of bananas and strawberries and mangoes and such. Ya gotta love technology. I mean–I make my breakfast in a kitchen appliance that probably has more torque than my mini-van. The novelty has yet to wear off. Will it blend?