Christmas Passed – Decs Deferred

This is the year we were caught by surprise.

There were a few good reasons why our house seemed a poor uninspired effort amidst the joy and celebration visible all around us. We witnessed our neighbors welcoming and hosting a blockful of cars and SUV’s. Although our own family was outside of this arena, it still felt strange to come home and have to navigate a darkened driveway without all those garish eyesores blocking the way.

One of the reasons we forewent all of that was that when the time came, there was a daunting situation. How does an older physically challenged person climb a ladder, get those lights in perfect alignment and take hours doing it. Then, the decorations themselves were old. Old, elder lights that were crumbling with oxidation just like our old bones. Older Christmas village that may have been magical beyond when a small child, looked like a group of old paper covered in sparkles which were quickly falling off. Sad.

Then there was the tree itself. It isn’t a tree; it’s the top part of an artificial tree that was also very old, and long gone and forgotten. The needles are out of proportion to the tree, making it impossible to hang trinkets. This year my patience was lost. The tree sits on the dining room table, making it impossible to use the table in the event of a rare, rare, rare, visit by friend or family.

Hence the desire and the drive to make it up. Yule season, thee is not forgotten nor forlorn. No longer will I ignore, and deny myself the magic and anticipation of the return of the light to the earth.

Next year will be hard, yes, with new involvement in environmental and social pushbacks. Despite not speculating and guessing, my life will be just as difficult as anyone else’s. But I’m up to it.

Putting my needs before anything else, downsizing does not mean ignoring. A modified, sale priced lighting display and new tree that actually looks festive, is a goal. So I made sure of this.

Several shopping trips later, I’ve become the proud owner of a plan that will startle and surprise. I will walk the grounds, splying wires and tiny lights. I will attach, hang, tape and smear sparkles and color over all the surfaces out there. And after the feast of the epiphany on January 6, 2018, I will do the entire act in reverse.

Such is life. Holding breath until it is time to exhale simply causes one to understand the importance and peace of the wait. Seasonal decorations may be held absent now, but will brighten our eyes and hearts in years to come.

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Heehee Trump – The Wig Got Too Tight?

So I love irony – here goes – 1. I’ve been boycotting #starbucks like forever. I don’t care I don’t like their coffee and it is very expensive. I couldn’t care less what color what snowflake or rainbow they put on a cup. just don’t write Joe for Jo. So #Donald wants to put more people out of work? What happened to his support of the $15 minimum wage! What a dope. Follow the dots. I guess I’m jealous because I barely made that as a fully certified and accredited graduate with decades of experience and mad skills. But the truth is, I can’t make a decent cup of coffee, not even for the next #presidentialcandidate!
2. Now to wax religious. The solstice brings with it holidays galore. If your faith doesn’t have a holiday, well, that is so sad. As a Pagan, however, and as a Unitarian/Universalist Pagan at that, I am in the best situation possible.
#UUA has a set of seven principles which, if you follow, make all religious observations acceptable. However, the third issue with #hairydonald is his lack of discretion when he threatens free speech. Suppose I were to go and tell a whole country that they would have to honor the solstice and say “blessed be” in December.
Is it because he’s a male brained person? Or old? Or a multi-billionaire? I don’t know for sure.
But I’ll keep wondering and hopefully enjoy my pagan solstice in style with my UUA community.