Sort of. Year’s actually over, of course. And I feel sad. Wistful. And defiant: the lights will not come down for weeks. December has been remarkably cold and gray. Will January follow us into a mini ice-age? We shall see. I haven’t done much holding forth for months; hands too busy and head too crowded. So I end the year in that spirit, more images than words:
Yes, this year I’ve been taking a little pride in making the interesting table happen. Toss out the old, uniform, matching stuff and wing it. Buy some chargers. Chargers are MAGIC.
A little of this. A little of that –
and tiny, expensive, exotic oranges.
Our Christmas room.
C and L, waiting to begin. Scoots finds safety from the ravages of puppies inside the kennel.
C, taking a shot of me playing with new lens he’d helped G find for me. Notice how much light I’m collecting inside this room?
Me, old and green, inviting Gin and Frazz and K to join us.
And *POOF* – here they are. What an amazing thing – to live in an age where your kid can move all the way across a continent and still be sitting in the Christmas room with you, watching you opening her presents to you, and then opening hers while you watch. This, the day after we three, at our house, and Cam and L at theirs, and Gin and fam at hers on the other side of the country, were all connected through Skype with Murphy in Argentina. We talked to him and heard him, and it was all as if he were standing right there in the room – all of the minds and hearts absolutely together in four places on the planet at the same moment. Is this not a miracle?
Me, showing Max how pleased I am with his card.
Chaz, with the cuttle fish Gin had crocheted for her. It was the COOLEST THING EVER.
And the founder of the feast.
Gin sends me a felted angel lamb.
But the hit of the day was the Yellow Fish Hat. When Lorri opened it, she thought it was a colander. Silly girl. Scooter knew EXACTLY what it really was.
Christmas day through the front windows.
L, looking dang good. She wasn’t posing. The camera just caught her at a nice moment.
G, ready for a winter ride with the light Gin had sent him. It worked. He made it back alive.
The lights I refuse to part with.
Can’t get enough of them.
LEDs work out well for the lens. The magic forest.
A whole dang season of magic.
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