Edit – The Big Reveal ~ 12/5/21

Mrs. Grinch has left the building. Pies are overrated. Lol. Or maybe we’ll still do both seeing as the crust is chilling. But for now, drum roll puhleese.

Rat-a-tat-tat. Rat-a-tat-tat.

Our tree! And more importantly our nativity. This is a teaser because the medium sized tree with lights & memory laden ornaments will be done by dusk. I have a few heirloom ornaments over 60 years old. ❤

2021 – The year we almost didn’t decorate

Now for a funny story posted to faux book but I should have posted here instead.

This happened yesterday (12/2/21).

Scene: Little girl with mom and baby sibling in a stroller passing by B in the grocery store.

Little girl: Mommy is that Santa Claus?

B just waved, said ”ho, ho, ho” and kept walking

He says he hopes she thought that he was Santa because of his beard not his belly 😂

Who knew lil Jilly was Mrs. Claus?!?

So, … We were inspired to decorate, though we still went minimal. Since we never truly know what tomorrow may bring, why the hell not?!?!? I even made my own ugly sweater for a Zoom work event later this week. And best of all the turntable is juiced up and ready to go. Glad to have three albums from St. MM Glee Club which can be played on a loop this year.

As always, more to come.

P.S. we did both 🤩

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#SLS ~ 12/5/21

The dynamic duo is at it again. Jim at Paula’s suggestion prompts us with House, Room, Kitchen, Shower, Attic. So much to choose from, I had trouble deciding. Sure did enjoy listening to some tunes as I narrowed down my choice though. Today I picked Little Talks by Of Monsters and Men, songwriter(s) Ragnar Thorhallsson, Nanna Bryndis Hilmarsdottir.

Hey! Hey! Hey!
I don’t like walking around this old and empty house
So hold my hand, I’ll walk with you, my dear
The stairs creak as you sleep, it’s keeping me awake
It’s the house telling you to close your eyes

And some days I can’t even dress myself
It’s killing me to see you this way

‘Cause though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Hey! Hey! Hey!

There’s an old voice in my head that’s holding me back
Well tell her that I miss our little talks
Soon it will be over and buried with our past
We used to play outside when we were young
And full of life and full of love.

Some days I don’t know if I am wrong or right
Your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear

‘Cause though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Hey!
Don’t listen to a word I say
Hey!
The screams all sound the same
Hey!

Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Hey!
Hey!

You’re gone, gone, gone away
I watched you disappear
All that’s left is a ghost of you.
Now we’re torn, torn, torn apart,
There’s nothing we can do
Just let me go we’ll meet again soon
Now wait, wait, wait for me
Please hang around
I’ll see you when I fall asleep

Hey!
Don’t listen to a word I say
Hey!
The screams all sound the same
Hey!
Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Don’t listen to a word I say
Hey!
The screams all sound the same
Hey!

Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Sunday Reflections: A Week in Review ~ 12/5/21

Aaahhh sweet relief. Made it through another week with nothing too terrible. I’ve been laughing so much. Making light because life’s too short to overcomplicate things. I’ve set up an anonymous account which is something I’ve toyed with doing since I’ve see a few folks exclusively use their pseudonyms. I kind of got the idea from WRiTE Club where the folks that enter must be anonymous. Not saying I entered, not saying I didn’t. Not breaking those rules. Mums the word. But what we can say is read and vote. Spread the word.

Back to my new non-WP or FB account. Imagine keeping IRL stuff separate from the twisting social sphere … how freeing that is to be incognito. No judgment because I’m unknown. Or no judgment of the real me, only judging the faux me.

That’s how “hasta” came into being. Someone quipped back at me after a twitter fight. Pretty sure she meant Hasta la vista baby in her Arnold Schwarzenegger voice over voice. She terminated me. Boom! Mike drop. The whole nine yards. lol. And guess what? I didn’t die. In fact, I felt revolutionary!!!!! Sort of demented. Only way to be real is to have no one know who I am. But here, real name and all, I will put my best foot forward such as it is. The restrained version of myself. Who hopefully is much more palatable.

Whew! Enough already. I’ll probably close down my alter ego site by year end. For now, let’s roll call …

Peace y’all. Until next time. Stay safe.

As always, more to come.