Oh my stars, if we were meeting for vermut today I would say I am sorry for dropping off the face of the earth and wonder, has it really been two weeks since I showed up here? I would tell you that I have been really sick - flat on my back sick with some kind of super bug that wouldn't succumb to any of my usual bag of tricks and so I just had to ride it out.
If we were meeting for vermut today I would introduce you to Harriet
who you couldn't help but notice since she is sitting right on the end of my nose. Harriet, the virulent pimple that appeared the night of the office Christmas dinner, naturally.
I would tell you that one of my latest challenges has been how to have time to both live and to blog about it but I wouldn't have to tell you that I have let the blogging part slide, including leaving comments for those who always show up for me and I would want this to serve as a humble apology for lurking.
If we were meeting for vermut today I would show you some of our outdoor lights lit up
but admit that it is not easy to take decent pictures in the dark.
I would tell you we got our Christmas tree last week
which is a little bigger than this one
but we are still waiting for some snow to make it feel a little more festive.
I firmly believe I can live without the white stuff but I know it is coming and so we might as well have a bit to brighten up these dark, dark days which would be a nice segue into a light bulb moment I had last week.
After unscrewing a burned out light bulb I noticed that it was 52 watts. Not 40 watts. Or 60 watts. But 52 watts. Have you ever?
I would tell you we got the warm and fuzzies last Sunday when we joined the scouts going door to door collecting for Christmas baskets.
It was astonishing the sheer amount people gave from their cupboards which took the sting out of those who peeked from behind their curtains and didn't open the door to us.
If we were meeting for vermut today I would ask you if you ever felt the irony when, once you have managed to twist yourself into a perfect pretzel in a yoga class, the instructor says, "breathe naturally" when you can do anything but. And I would ask you if you thought it was an insult or a compliment when, after spending two hours in a chair at the hair salon, nobody at home notices a change in your look.
If we were meeting for vermut today I would tell you that during my blogging absence I have had to deal with some pretty ugly stuff, much uglier than Harriet. And I would tell you with certainty that racism is alive and well in my son's school. I have been sitting on the fence over one particular incident, many have advised me to go higher up on the ladder, all the way to the school board and without revealing the details I will say that it left me angry and shaken and it was probably a good thing that I was as ill as I was when it happened because I didn't have the energy to have a full blown reaction and knowing my temper, you would agree my Virulent Virus was a blessing.
And while we were on the subject of Riley,
I would tell you a story that would make you cry. Yesterday I took him to see Santa after school, we hadn't yet been able to get to the mall for our annual visit. When he was asked what he wanted for Christmas, Riley said, "peace on earth". Santa asked if he would like something just for him and he answered, "No, no - I'm good". Santa was kind of stunned and admitted that was a first for him. So with that attitude I am putting my anger and trembling legs into my releasing bundle
that I will be burning on December 22nd as part of Pixie Campbell's Mother of All Releasing Ceremonies. I have been accumulating plenty of things I would like to release, material and emotional baggage that I am ready to fire up and send off. Judgment makes up a big part of my bundle and I would ask you why it seems easier to release judgment towards a total stranger than towards someone you are close to. I am throwing in fear and uncertainty and mean spiritedness and impatience and a whole lot of other things that no longer serve who I want to be. That will be some bonfire and I will say that I will try to take some pictures to show you next week. Then I would say let's go over to Kate's because she is back in her Catalan digs with Bonnie and Blue and could use some help with her bottle of vermut.