Tilting at Windmills: The Greatest Christmas Light Display of All Time

Saturday, December 12, 2009

The Greatest Christmas Light Display of All Time

My son filmed this- who'd think you'd find a show to rival Wanamaker's at a medical lab in the middle of Kansas?

3 comments:

Lace-lovin' Librarian ~ Diane said...: I remember going to Wanamaker's with my Grandpa Green. He'd tease me and ask me if I was going to by any wanas. I'd ask him what a wana was, and he'd say he didn't know, but they must have them because their name said they made them! Thanks for helping bring back a fond memory!; December 13, 2009 at 5:19 AM
Etha said...: LOL, don't see why nerds can't have some fun too ;)
pretty neat display!; December 13, 2009 at 7:37 AM
Suzanne said...: That was wonderful....thanks for calling the other night. I wanted to let you know that as bad as Friday night was and as hard as yesterday was today I am much better and actually content with myself and home. I know there will be other roller coaster ups and down, but I Will survive!; December 13, 2009 at 7:27 PM

Why "Tilting at Windmills"?

When I started this blog in October 2007, there was a story here about my connection to "Tilting With Windmills". Much of what was in that post no longer applies. Much other of it still does. So, here's the story.

When I was graduating from high school, more than 40 years ago, a group of my friend presented me with a print of Picasso's Don Quixote. They said it reminded me of them.

I get upset when things are wrong, even though getting upset cannot fix them. I dislike people who are cruel or petty or self-serving, and am frustrated that I cannot change them. I fight a daily battle with my health, although I know that every new day is another battle. I have a husband and close friends who support me, even when what I want or believe seems crazy.

So, the comparison with Don Quixote is perhaps an apt one. The story encourages me to take on the battles I see, even the hopeless ones. It reminds me to try to see the best in people. It comforts me that, in the end, even if my actions are futile, they are not meaningless.

I mean to try to continue "to dream the impossible dream".