I felt churlish yesterday after venting at The Wandering Monk. I was in one of those “it’s my blog and I’ll rant if I want to” moods. Not great moments for wisdom or discretion. It turned out the Monk’s issue was seasonal depression compounded by a tragedy he associates with this time of year. The tragedy was years ago, but of the kind that alters life forever. Then — you know how it goes if you’re a depressive — the funk of idleness he fell into fed on itself. Every day he was unmotivated led to more inertia. Which led…
Category: Mind and Spirit
Spirituality, moods, feelings, and thinking free to live free.
… Because I feel guilty not blogging for two days in a row even though I announced “lite” blogging into next week and have been enjoying totally mundane days. I’ve finished hanging all the drywall in and around the new bedroom. Next I begin taping, mudding, and putting up metal corner bead, starting with the darkest corner of the closet. While I won’t enjoy working in the closet, I’ll be glad to have the biggest storage area of the house completed so I can quit tripping over art supplies, chop saws, and spare space heaters. (Well, I’ll still be tripping…
Happy Sunday-before-Christmas morning. Is everybody getting a nice extended holiday this year? I’m drywalling, mostly. But I thought I’d pop in with some links, too. First (courtesy of JW), the inimitable Selco talks from experience about Christmas when the S has HTF. Then here’s the story of how NORAD became Santa’s official tracker (and the Pentagon has reaped propaganda hay ever since). Borepatch and Joe Diffie bring us “Leroy the Redneck Reindeer.” Law enforcement grinches steal one couple’s green Christmas. As usual the story the cops relate smells higher than the cannabis. And in California, victims of those horrendous wildfires…
Source And the shortest day: Source In other words, the winter solstice: Source The worst is over. Or will be by tonight, depending on where in the northern hemisphere you are. The light returns. Now all we have to do is slog our way through January. And February. And … everything else including the rest of December. If you live in Florida, Costa Rica, or the Southern Hemisphere, please keep your boasting about your glorious season to a minimum.
When last we spoke, I couldn’t brain because I had the dumb. I decided to take the weekend off from blogging — and in fact from every sort of pressure or expectation for myself. That’s harder to do than to decide to do. It began nicely. Friday evening — softly drizzly, but peaceful — Ava and I wandered the town enjoying Christmas lights. Then I stopped into the grocery store to pick up ingredients for beef stew, my favorite fall comfort food. The old family recipe I adapted requires Kitchen Bouquet, a condiment from Mom’s day that I’m always surprised…