All that said, things could be worse.
He reminds me of Tintin’s dog Milou, who in English is known as Snowy, which has always sort of bothered me (and I’m not alone).
Hank’s annual dawn hike up Mt. Wantastiquet. The Christmas star that has always been a beacon up there was dark this year, but maybe next year we could rig up a solar panel…
We had a wonderful Christmas morning at home, with presents and treats for all. The cats are basically drunk with flowers and ribbons and paper everywhere.
Even the birds got a fresh batch of seeds.
We are thinking of friends and family near and far, and how fortunate we are this day. We wish everyone who sees this a merry Christmas and a safe, healthy and happy new year.
St. Martin Christmas is necessarily different than Vermont Christmas. The weather doesn’t change, you’ve got all kinds of cultures and traditions bashed up against each other, and like two thirds of the people here today won’t actually be here in two weeks.
Still and all , it’s Christmas for sure. The title of this post is a line from a song I heard on two different stations on a half-hour drive yesterday. Sing it to Deck the Halls, and if you don’t know what it means exactly, like me, I’ll venture a Freudian translation: sometimes a pipe is just a way to commune with Jah in a way that is recently legal in several states, and then again sometimes it isn’t.
On the boardwalk, there’s a giant ornament to take pictures in.
Somehow my heart hasn’t been in the activities of Christmas decorating the past few years. I still love the ornaments and the swagged garland and the balsam candle and all of it. But the actual weekend of unpacking and installing makes me suddenly too tired to get off the couch. I’m glad that Lee had the energy and motivation to do all the work!
My new programmable LEDs allowed me to make a big impact with little work… yay! And I get to change them for every holiday!