I am walking the dog on Christmas Day and I am glad. I am glad for legs that work and for a dog with boundless curiosity.
This microphone is nice.
I am twisting my neck and I am glad. Glad for functioning vertebrae, glad to have eyes that see, glad to be walking where I am known and where I feel safe.
It is cold and I am glad. Glad to make a home in a state with seasons, in a state where I was born, in a state where I went to college and graduate school, in a state where I worked in an office and in a prison, in a state where both my boys were born.
I am walking on Christmas Day in a neighborhood where the air is cold and I feel safe and I am glad. I am glad that our petty president, whose depravity knows no bottom and whose vanity knows no upper limit, has yet to start a war.
It is not yet noon on Christmas Day and we have no plans and yes, I am glad. I am glad that all the visiting, traveling, baking, roasting, wrapping, and unwrapping is done for the season. I will sit by the fire and watch some show on BritBox or Acorn, grateful for the peace, for the fire, for the streaming services.
I will sew more little Christmas tree ornaments, grateful for my supplies — the needles and beads and cloth and satin cord and polyfill — and my still-working hands.
I am glad that as an officially classifiable dom3stic terr0rist that you, dear readers, don’t need to ask why. I’m glad too that you also are likely classifiable in this new and bogus, fascist-serving category.
I’m grateful that when all is said and done, you and I will have lived on the right side of history — we have protested, written postcards, called our elected officials, donated to critical campaigns, spoken out against genocide, and called out the anti-constitutional everything — even when we weren’t necessarily buoyed by hope.
Home now. The heat comes on. In New England one never takes heat for granted. I’m grateful for that whooshing sound and the warmth it imparts.
Merry Christmas everyone. Even if you’re Jewish. Even if you were raised in a Christian church but don’t believe in Christ (ssshhhh! that makes you a terr0rist!).
It’s a very white Christmas here in Maine- been quite some time since that was true. Son is working the mixer, declaring that I abuse my knives, daughter has brought alternative food…I really can’t be too upset- as I raised them…..One reminds me of my father the other my mother…I remind myself of my grandmother. more so every day. We have a full house here even with only the three of us. Happy Christmas…wish I still had a dog to walk today. in the snow.
I know you still miss your dog! Glad the kids are there and are buoying your spirits. I saw that Maine got a proper dump. Like 13 inches?!
I love that I know who this is without you saying your name. Joanne.
Merry Christmas Dee! nor presents and Chinese (in a restaurant!) with the boys:). perfect
Isn’t that one of the finest Jewish traditions?
😁👍🏻 Merry Christmas 💙🕊️
Thank you Pam!
“Christmas is coming, the goose is getting fat”…oh wait, Christmas is here and no goose but a turkey that was just popped into the oven; time for a hot toddy!.
Glad that you are back home. I would say Merry Christmas but what I really am feeling is quietly happy Christmas cause not much Merry in America these days plus concern for all those I love who are in CA right now dealing with the weather. In an earlier comment, I mentioned that I don’t bake anymore for the holidays but after watching many, Mary Berry, Nigella, Jamie Oliver Christmas specials as well as Christmas in Spain, Ireland, Italy, France, Germany and even vegetarian Christmas videos, as a way to not watch the NEWS, I found myself in the kitchen at 2am yesterday (Christmas Eve( baking Rich’s favorite Christmas cookie; snowballs, aka Mexican Wedding Cakes also known as Russian Wedding Cakes.
As I light the candles on my coffee table, each flame is a blessing to you Dee, and all of my blog friends who have brought JOY, with a capital J into my life. May we hold together with caring and love, determination, courage and general feisty, good female power, dancing into the New Year.
Agree that this season hardly feels festive. Have to say I love Jamie Oliver. Gotten a number of easy and tasty dinner ideas from him. Merry Berry I haven’t seen tho since she co-hosted the Great British Baking Show. For news avoidance we watch police procedural (British mostly) and Secrets of the Dead. Jeopardy.
Thank you for those candles!
Thank you and yes, as always, you say what needs to be said. Love.
Love back.
Dee~ In a prison, eh?!!
There is much to be grateful for, if we look around. I am glad we are home, no plan but one when/if the “kids” are wanting to facetime. Otherwise, nothing really. This is a non-holiday for me/us. We celebrate things our way, which I am very glad to be able to do. We celebrated Hanukkah our way too. These are big things to be glad for.
The small things are no less important. Body parts that work the best they can, a home in a less risk present location, an online life with people I like and lots of weaving.
I’ve lit the green friendship candle once again and have the blinds pulled all of the way back to see our patch of gray sky. So, here I sit, listening to the wind whistle through the corridor, the crows having a conversation and rain when it falls. May we each celebrate what we want and how we we want…may we move with ease into the New Year.
That last paragraph is so evocative. Especially having just come from California and listened to the gurgling throaty calls of the ravens. I also love how you offer a prayer, essentially, here and do so at the end of each of your blog posts. It’s one of the things I like most about your posts.
Merry Christmas, Dee, a day late but the wishes for peace and thankfulness are good any day. I really like your Christmas tree ornaments! A beautiful picture of Finn, also a picture of beautiful Finn.
Thank you Stephanie! And to you as well and best wishes for a better year next year.
And I am grateful for you DEE….you give us all perspective…and sometimes we need that to get ourselves up out of bed and going along for another day. The pile of needles and cloth- you are lucky to have felt- is amazing and I will be sewing and embellishing a few wonky trees today…. imagining us sitting side by side….
Side by side with cyber friends and creativity and warm intent. Pretty good!