WINDING DOWN BEFORE CHRISTMAS
(A snapshot of Dec. 10; just keeping a record.)
Yup, we had that snowstorm. I was buried today. Not too bad, I’ve seen worse –
This area had about 9 inches of snow today. That photo is my second round of shoveling the driveway. Still hadn’t made it out as far as the mailbox. I knew I’d have to drive out in the late afternoon, so instead of shoveling all at once, I did it in “shifts.” 12:40 . . . 2:30 . . . 4:15.
You might recognize that as pre-game, half-time, and post-game (or rather between the first and second games.
Now I’m home, I don’t care how much more snow has fallen, and I’m enjoying the effect of the “frosting” on my blue deck lights:
I can NOT get a good picture that shows how soft and beautiful the lights are. I think I’ll go to sleep by that window tonight.
Another view with dramatic lights and shadows, but even less of the blue lights.
I’ll make good use of my insomnia tonight and just enjoy the winter beauty as I “wind down” from all the things that have stirred me up during the past week or so. The usual, of course: holiday cleaning, decorating, gift-buying; good preparation for the last-classes-of-the -year. I can “wind down” on that too because we’re just going to take up where we left off after we begin to meet again. What I didn’t say or didn’t say well I can try again in January.
There was a flurry of party preparations for a while, our Annual Christmas-Movie-Pizza party, but we had a less elaborate party this year. We voted to have actual pizza this year, so all we had to do was eat and enjoy. I was very, very, very nervous about whether or not my guests would like the movie. I wanted them to very much.
They did. In fact, they seemed to enjoy talking about it, mulling over it, letting it sink in, beyond what I had hoped. I can relax now.
I must have begun minimizing things, simplifying, winding down during the party. I worked hard on creating an album of our past parties – that was fun – I’d very much recommend keeping a small album of your own special group of friends… just gather up photos from the past.
Here’s a Rule of Life I discovered: The older you get, the more your past experiences mean to you, so be sure to record good moments for your future reference!! But even so, for some odd reason I didn’t take one picture during this year’s party. Not one.
That’s about all I have left…. some sorry-looking punch. Good friends cleaned up most of the rest. The leftover glögg is outside on the deck, staying cool. It won’t freeze with all that . . . you know, alcohol doesn’t freeze!
So, this is “Random Thoughts in the Spruce Tunnel.” I’m minimizing my Advent activities too. Most of it is internal, for me, anyway. And now I have this to think about: It is Gaudete Sunday. Letting up from fasting and penance a little, we focus for a moment on the Joyful Event that we’re preparing for.
So it’s Pink, not Purple:
Except I had some discordant thoughts today. My first quick peek at the news this morning revealed several groups of killings: Kenya, a chemical gas truck accident killing a couple dozen; in Turkey, an explosion killing about three dozen; in Egypt, an explosion in a church killing a couple dozen or so; and back to Africa, Nigeria, where a church roof collapsed, killing 160 people. Several stabbings, shootings, and rapes were reported this weekend in Europe, courtesy of their “refugee” guests.
Not a good way to begin Gaudete Sunday.
And not a good way to end it either, in the late afternoon, in one of those modernist-awful new-version of the Church churches…. where the new young priest or deacon or whatever continually mispronounced the word “gaudete” (that’s okay, lots of lay people do), gave the wrong meaning to the word “gaudet” and where, after making brief reference to the purple colors used in Advent and Lent, asked us what the color purple means.
“Preparation,” he says. Purple indicates preparation.
I don’t mind mistakes, but what this young man said in the rest of his sermon displayed a shocking lack of education, understanding, and knowledge of Church doctrine. One more generation of this . . . and it won’t even really matter.
I’ll do “purple” in another post soon. Did you know there was a Purple Revolution going on? And I’ll do better on Advent things.
Right now my biorhythms chart shows my Emotional line (the red one) scraping bottom.
It’s a good time to slow down, wind down for a while, without coming to any specific conclusions. After all, snowstorms are for warm quilts, hot cocoa, and a good book in front of the fireplace.
Things can only go up from here!