If our deranged leader wasn’t so epically deranged or even if he was just a little less corrupt and narcissistic, today would mark the end. The end of his fraudulent fundraising. The end of seditious tweets. The beginning of a new time.
But no. He vows to fight on. It seems to me the only thing left in his quiver is the declaration of martial law (or “Marshall law” as they say over on Parler).
Some electors are meeting in secret because — well? Because of threats of violence. Or maybe they haven’t finished disinfecting their official halls after Giuliani’s visit.
Aldo, early voting begins in Georgia today.
Are we all still, on some level, holding our breath?
Meanwhile, Netflix comes to the rescue here and there. I recommend The Forty Year Old Version. Biopic — the name, the genre explored (including this movie) in the NY Times magazine section yesterday.
And for a hilarious episode of The Great British Baking Show, check out the Derry Girls episode. Picture: icing being smeared on with fingers, barbs being traded across the tent.
Also, puzzles. Every Christmas for the last few years we’ve set up a table for a casual group effort. This year, of course, it’s a two person effort, but it still satisfies. We are on puzzle number three and it is by far and away the hardest.
Last night I dreamt I went into a restaurant to meet a friend and the place was packed (packed!) and I’d forgotten my mask. That, these days, constitutes a nightmare.
There will be one trip to the post office this week — eeek! Otherwise, it is all Amazon all the time, I’m afraid.
I’ll leave you with some altar shots (hello heart by Hazel!) and a couple more Christmas-y pix.
Yes we are still holding our breaths but I find myself turning inward, exhaling…
One week from today, it is the coming of the Light; a time for quiet reflection, a time for affirmations, a time to accept that this year, no hugs or tickles or sitting down at the table to break bread, raise a glass, dive into the lasagna, link arms and warble a Christmas carol or two, slice a Christmas peppermint cake that is drizzled in chocolate and coconut to resemble the earth and snow…of course these will all be done but when it is done by only two people, it is not as celebratory as in past years…
Still,
traditions are what hold us together, year in and year out. So with that in mind dear Dee, I send you my Winter Solstice blessing to you and your family with a special hug for your boys and your brother:
Deep peace of the running waves to you.
Deep peace of the flowing air to you.
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you.
Deep peace of the shining stars to you.
May the beauties of the earth, sky and sea
fill your heart with lasting peace and contentment.
Thank you so much Marti for this and for all your thoughtful, lovely comments throughout the year.
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I saw this and thought of you!
The Silly Season is here, the New Year is just ’round the corner with so much hope that we will all start looking after the mess we have made of our beautiful broken world and cooling it!
Hope hope and more hope!
I love that you guys started a puzzle tradition! I enjoy them too. Puzzle stories: In high school, I once saw an ALL WHITE puzzle in a catalog of my mom’s. I was so intrigued with the idea, but when I went to look for it again, I couldn’t find it (catalog trashed?). My son was a great puzzler,as he could just ‘see’ that negative space and so, would just pick up the correct piece time after time 🙂 My Aunt has been a puzzler since I met her in 1976! Now she is 96 or something, lives in assisted living and sits in her chair by the sliding door to a beautiful yard…all day puzzles and TV. She has the best attitude of any elder I know.
I love seeing your place, your decorations…a darling boy, the heart, the trees, the bears!! All representations of very important things in life – family (children), love, nature and other living beings we share our earth with…wonderful!
And now I have a beautiful new ornament in my tree!!!
Yay!
He’s planning something so awful that even Barr can’t stomach it …
And so this is Christmas … and three-year-old Parker was delighted to find your Christmas Lady Mouse on the table next to my stitching chair. I’ll be posting a picture soon of her hanging on to the lamp, a tiny smile beneath her whiskers and a twinkle in her eye.
That’s where my head goes as well.
Glad the Christmas mouse is making her appearance!
Love seeing so many of your treasures .. I look at my own little tree from you and feel Blessed by your generosity over the years. I treasure all my gifts from you and all my cyber family friends for making the giving of Christmas a year round thing. Heartfelt thanks …
Hello! I do love all of the glitter and sparkle of the holidays. Thanks for sharing some of yours.
are you on storm watch? precipitation numbers keep jacking-up. J keeps texting me the updates from his office in the house. I finally asked if he was worrying about my ‘morning commute’ or something.
Oh that’s funny. Nice that all we have to worry about is whether the shovels are near the door (they’re not) and whether the roof heating cables are up (they are). They’re saying 15 inches now. But fluffy.