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Sunday, January 5, 2014

Frozen Charlottes and Charlies, All

Happy 2014, Dear Readers. Will continue with the 49 tips revisit, soon. I am thankfully inside watching PetTV on cats, with my two curled up on my feet. Mr. Tuxedo at 7 mos. old is as big as my do Smokey was, and he is puppy like and playful. Ms. Bangles is much smaller, and adorable. She stole our Santa from the 3' tree I put up, and one of the ornaments. All non-breakable, of course. To paraphrase Anne Rice, January is the time spirits walk, in the dark, bitter cold. It is a time for new beginnings, but I find it is a time when many give up. The last six weeks I've noted many memorials, left several condolences online,, and attended many funerals. I lost my mother in January six years ago, suddenly on one of the coldest days of the year. Many years before, I lost my grandfather on the same day, and another year, I was downsized. It isn't a good time or date. We try to honor the 12 days of Christmas, and note that in Russia, it will be Christmas Eve tomorrow. Here, I see the dying trees dumped on the curb and become even more depressed. I lobby for live, potted trees, where possible, and for changing decorations for the seasons where there is room. There is a famous bed and breakfast out east that does this. Now is the time to take stock and restock our energy. The Olympics will be here, soon, and for those who love bargains, the 90% off sale is ongoing at Target. I loved the days when Xmas sales were after Xmas, not before, then gone by the time Dec. 26th rolls around. The Amaryllis and Christmas Cacti should be blooming. My plants soldier on, and will love it better in the fluorescent light of my school office. Now is the time to recycle pretty cards for crafts, and wrapping paper and ribbon. Red, green, and pastel, can be used for other holidays, too. Save a drawer for tiny things to be used for miniatures and for making gifts and ornaments next year. Take advantage of sales; I did a lot of shopping for next year already. Consider a valentine tree to boost spirits, and send valentines to those you didn't get to on your Xmas list. If I had my way, I would travel and take a tour of beaches and museums. I would have fresh fruit and sushi everyday. There would be no ice and snow for me to fall in, as I've done like three times this week. My stomach wouldn't hurt, and I would be able to sleep. That's my grown up Xmas wish. So, hum The Twelve Days of Xmas and attend your Medieval Banquets. Read Twelfth Night and be festive. Celebrate the Day of the Kings and belated Etrennes where you can. Above, all, bee safe. Here is a poem for everyone who has had to deal with cranky in-laws, and take care. In Laws and Outlaws; Apologia to my Sister in Law An apology is begging To issue from my lips, It seems that in some circles, You’ve seen me as remiss. So with heartfelt effusion, Accept these humbled lines, Dear Sister, Please Remember, Only Bards can be sublime: Chorus: I’m sorry you married my brother. I’m sorry your boobs aren’t real. I’m sorry your mother’s psychotic. I’m sorry y our dad is a Heel. I’m sorry you ran out of Zima. I’m sorry you look like a witch. I’m gladder, though now, More than ever, That I managed to call you ---- Well, really, it actually rhymes well with Itch.

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