CHRISTMAS TIME

Here I sit by a smoldering fire surrounded by mounds of given gifts and spent wrapping paper, watching birds fly through the clear, pale southern christmas sky. No snow, but a white christmas is a rare enough occasion not to warrant reasonable expectation. Still, what a curious combination of exhaustion and warm contentment. Life is truly sweet, but not so sweet as to become saccarine. May this day live forever in my heart.

Just a little test to familiarize myself with my new phone. What a wonder is technology! What toys we now have! My Mom got me this phone for christmas. I know, I'm so spoiled! Perhaps now that I have this phone I will start adding pictures to my posts. Perhaps.

Age

Watching the old people drive around the hospital in a cataract haze leads me to question the advancement of my own years. Will I live that long, until every day activities become a struggle and fear of the unfamiliar overtakes excitement for the undiscovered? Is life futility when you know that death is near? Is there anything past the struggle to wring out those last few precious painful moments of existence? I remember when my Grandmother was close to death. We were giving her pain meds but she thought we were trying to keep her alive. She begged us to stop, to let her die. As our medical science becomes more advanced more and more people will die in the agony of a body dragged into terminal cell death. Is that worth living for?

What a wonderful holiday is Thanksgiving!

Two or three days of cooking
Family gathers
A perfunctory prayer for the form of things
And then a gluttonous indulgence set to rival those of Rome!

Then, of course, several hours of lying in front of a roaring fire contemplating the bursting point of a stomach.

Uhoh!

Two weeks! Am I slipping already?

Not much of note to note.
As usual, Halloween was a bittersweet blast, a whore of a holiday that steals your wallet and roughs you up but still leaves you pretty sure you had a good time. Suspension of disbelief is essential, and almost unattainable.
On the feminine front, what was three is now one, with a possible second possibly coming up from the minors. Possibly.
I miss the cold in the same way I miss dating crazy women. From a distance in time everything is beautiful and pure, but when you are actually there all that you think about is shrinkage.
Is it sad that the events of my life would fit into a five dollar personals ad? Right between the fat woman who has too many cats and the cannibalistic serial killer looking for his next meal. Should I be glad that my life is generally uneventful, or am I missing something?
Whatever it is, I'm sure it is for sale somewhere.

Halloween

How wonderful this dark holiday when the mask of polite society slips for one chill October night and shows the monster lurking behind its sweet facade. Millions of sugar fueled children will give themselves to the night with wild abandon, sacrificing themselves to the flames of a million grinning jack-o-lanterns whose candles light the way to hell itself. Adults not busy minding the children will try to out devil the devil himself, secure behind their masks, their one night dreams of princes and pirates, witches and angels. Even the churches cannot compete, ever more turning to dark visions of hell in their weak attempt to temp the masses to salvation. They misunderstand. The night is not one for penance, but for guiltless sin. The year's one chance for the fearful to become the feared. Fear the shadow, fear the darkness, fear the evil of the world; but on this one night, let the world fear you.

First!

So.
This is my first post in my new blog.
Gotta love the new blog smell.
Like slashed wrists and cheap black hair dye.

I've promised myself that I will keep up with this place. I fully intend to do so, even though I've let every other blog I've had slide after a year or so. I even intend to post useful and interesting information.

After all, the best laid plans of mice and men often go well, right?

Right?