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What’s top of my mind: The new year. Janus-like I look back on the old year and look forward to the new. 2025 had some lows and highs: it was a sad year for deaths and losses but a good for finances. I know many people who think 2025 was overall a stinker, what with national and world events, but they have hope 2026 will be better. Perhaps The Felon will finally take one outrageous and/or corrupt step too far and finally fall. Who can foresee these things really. I hope 2026 sees a lot of house projects and travels.
Where I’ve been: The gym. Now that I am over the flu and Christmas is passed, I am regularly back at the gym. I get a little peeved when I cannot work out – does this make me a bona fide gym rat I wonder? Thems who go regularly to the gym we chit-chat a bit between reps. We are in agreement the relatively empty building will see a full house come January. This happens every year as resolutions are made but by mid-February it has dissipated back to the regulars, again.
Where I’m going: Nowhere tonight that’s for sure. It is custom at year’s end for Urs Truly to go to Michigan (Land of Perpetual Snow and Ice)to housesit while Brother #3 and family can have a vacation. I spend my New Year’s Eves care-taking Father. He died in January, so for the first time in years I am at home. What does one do on New Year’s Eve I wonder? An ongoing survey of friends and peers all tell me they do nothing. Even SIL#2 whose birthday it is never goes out the feast day of her nativity, ‘not in all of that nonsense’, she states, and I don’t blame her. I guess I will watch the ball drop in Times Square, 10PM local time, and call it the new year, and go to bed – only to be rudely awaken at local midnight but fools shooting off their guns.
What are you doing this evening?
What I’m watching: Cooking tips and hacks on The Tube of Yous. There are no lack of chefs and know-it-alls online who will tell you the best way to cook an egg or make pasta or slice vegetables. What I like are the hacks and tips on kitchen skills. For example, some great expert suggested I take purchased herbs, wrap them in paper towel that is slightly dampened, and place them in a plastic ziplock bag before placing them in the fridge; this is on the grounds they will keep better. I’ve tried this and it seems better than just putting them in the vegetable drawer.
What I’m reading: ‘I am half-sick of shadows’ and my2025 Journal. I am not a great murder mystery fan, but a friend introduced me to the ‘Flavia de Luce series’ and I on the fourth book. She is a precocious little girl living in post WWII England with her reclusive father and two older sisters who make Cinderella’s stepsisters seem charming. Flavia solves murders and crimes using her keen sense of observation and knowledge of chemistry – particularly poisons. Jolly good fun!
I will also read my 2025 journal to remember what happened. What I remember most are the losses. This year I lost my father, a friend, my godfather, my dog, and soon my boss. I hope the journal reminds me there were good things too.
What I’m listening to: Several new podcasts. I don’t know what is worse: my accumulation of books to read or podcasts to hear. Both piles grow larger all the time and there are not enough hours in the day to do them all. May I suggest?…..
Doomsday: history’s most dangerous podcast. Clever man gives histories of forgotten disasters and how they came to happen and their aftermath. He adds advice on what you can do if you should be so unfortunate to be in one of them.
The infinite monkey cage. From the BBC, a science show where a scientist and a comedian invite professors to talk about a science matter. It’s a great way to learn about things as the science is mingled with British wit. Eric Idle sings the theme song.
Merriam-Webster’s word of the day. A must-hear every morning while driving to work to learn the origin of a word and how to use it.
Story time for grownups. Faith Moore does a great job reading novels chapter by chapter. The shows start with a summary of last episode’s chapter, then she reads and responds to listener emails on the what’s going on. She soon starts “David Copperfield” and Urs Truly is quite excited.
Do you have any podcasts to recommend?
What I’m eating: Black-eyed peas. Someone says black-eyed peas must be eaten on 1 January; do not dare to question this. This year he’s being clever by making a chili, substituting the kidney beans with black-eyed peas. We are more likely to eat the lot this way, rather than just the spoonful ‘no thank you’ helping with the rest going to waste.
Do you eat black-eyed peas on New Years Day?
Who needs a good slap: The cat outside the PHX office. The Yule Cat (as I have christened it) regularly comes by the PHX office and wants in, particularly to sit on my lap as I work. It’s a playful thing but it bit me rather badly the other day, not in anger but in play. All the same this drew blood and my hand is still painful.
On a scale of 1-5, I give Jólakötturinn one slap.
Who gets a fist-bump: Spo-fans. Whether you be near or far; man or woman, well over or under four feet: you are all dears for stopping by to read my scribbles. Every writer wants their scribbles read. It gives me a shot of oxytocin to read each comment. Thank you. Come with me into my twentieth year of blogging why dontcha.
What I’m planning: Resolutions. Every year Urs Truly makes a handful of resolutions and in his defense he makes most of them.* A podcast pundit suggests not making resolutions but giving the new year a ‘theme’, such as ‘this is the year to get things done’. It is not a bad approach. I think I do better with scheduled things and times to do them in. To be determined.
What’s making me smile: Lisa Czanko. In college my mother’s best friend was Judy, a sorority sister of hers. They kept in touch and their families would get together from time to time. Mr. and Mrs. Czanko had two children, Lou and Lisa. The Czankos had a Boston Terrier named Miggs. I had never seen this breed before and I thought the name Miggs hilarious. This was decades ago. Lisa Czanko recently found me via The Book of Faces to tell me her mother had died and she heard my mother had died as well. I told her to this day whenever I see a Boston Terrier I still call them “Miggs dogs”. She got a kick out of this; she still has Boston Terriers. We think our late mothers would be pleased as Punch to know we will keep in touch from now.
MIGGS Dog
*For thems interested in how I did, here’s the list:
Resist the urge to hurry. MET 😊
Do some sort of exercise more days than not. I did 2/3 days. MET 😊
This one is kept blank lest family is reading. MET 😊
Read thirty books. MET 😊
Regular stretching and core strengthening exercises. MET 😊
Stop shrugging my left shoulder. NOT MET 😦
No phone by the bed side. NOT EVEN CLOSE MET. 😦
I was well under four feet when I first read “The little match girl” by Hans C. Anderson. At this time of year I think about the story and I often reread it as part of the ritual of New Year’s Eve.
Spoilers ahead!
For thems unfamiliar with the tale, it is a story of a young girl who freezes to death on New Year’s Eve. I’ve had a lifetime of reflections on the tale and I’ve had various reactions to it. Sometimes I thought it beautiful and other times I find it appalling. After all, it is a story of child abuse: a young girl is forced by a physically abusive father go out in freezing weather to sell matches while the world celebrates the holiday. What on earth was Mr. Anderson thinking? What is the point? We’re supposed to feel good that she is taken up into Heaven ‘where there is no sorrow or hunger or cold’ but later on in life I smelled a rat. Wouldn’t it be better if somebody did something about the situation, a little girl walking barefoot in the snow, rather than concluding she is just better off dead? The explanation given to me by a grown up was ‘The little match girl” story reminds us to be grateful for what we have. This is along the line of seeing homeless folks and feeling good you aren’t one of them.*
I don’t think I will read ‘The little match girl” tomorrow evening or ever again. If the gist of Mr. A’s tale is to get the reader proactive at preventing such monstrosities, I get the point. I can do more in 2026 than reading feel-good stories or buying matches. They don’t really make a difference. I hope I don’t reread this entry next New Year’s Eve having realized no action had happened.
*In “Hogfather” Terry Pratchett’s parody of Santa Claus, Death, who is playing the Santa Claus figure (it makes sense in context), comes across the little match girl and reverses the sand in her hourglass giving her the greatest gift of all: a future. He hands the newly revived girl over to the authorities and tells them to give her something to eat and find her some warm clothes. Good for him!
60. What do you miss most about your parents or grandparents?
Good! #60 is a proper question to ask your grandparents, as few people remember anything about their great-grandparents and they have only heard about their great-grandparents.*
The main answer to what I miss most about my parents and grandparents is I was a child and had no real responsibilities; they provided everything and provided love and security. Now I am grown up and on my own; I have to earn my own keep and make my own meals. However I will break this down into a meme to list what I miss most about my direct ancestors.
Mother. she was always there and always interested in what I was doing. She adored me and I miss hearing her comforting words I am thinking of you.
Father. His companionship. We never discussed deep matters, he wasn’t like that. However we discussed music and freighters and made the same jokes and did the same banter. This is my first new years eve without him. I miss most our daily phone calls to find out what is happening in his life and what freighters are in the locks.
My maternal grandparents with my mother and my uncle
Maternal grandmother. In her younger days she was the cook of the family. Even simple things like chicken noodle soup and a nice hot cup of tea on a snowy white winter morning tasted marvelous. There are several things I still make and eat that derive from her, but they don’t taste quite the same. Funny how food tasted better in our youth, when it is made for us by someone who loves us.
Maternal grandfather. Some of my best childhood memories are from summers with him on his cabin cruiser, traveling the Great Lakes. Back then they seemed as large and as exotic as the seven seas to 17th century explorers.
Paternal grandmother. Baseball. She loved her baseball which were The Detroit Tigers. I don’t care a tosh for professional sports but for The Tigers. She taught me how to keep score; I think of her whenever I do.
Paternal grandfather. He died when I was about six years old. So what I know of him is mostly through statements and idioms his children passed along to my generation. What I miss most about him is not having experienced time with him to know him directly.
Please tell me if you are willing to tell me what you miss most about your parents or a certain grandparent.
*We have eight great-grandparents. I know their names and when they were born/when they died but other than facts like these I know little about them. There are photos and some bits of information that somehow managed to make it to my generation – possibly because I asked question #60 to my parents. I know a maternal great-grandmother is responsible for the “S” cookies we make at Christmas time. Below is a photo of my great-grandfather. His portrait hangs in my office. He was well over four feet.
Good Sunday to you.
I think it is Sunday. Christmas was Thursday and I took Friday off, so Friday felt like Saturday and yesterday definitely felt like Sunday. I woke this morning with a sense it must be Monday but after some Sunday morning ablutiions (tea, ironing, and Einstein Brothers) it feels like Sunday – Sunday 2 I am calling it. These four days have been a bit of a blur. It must be what retirement is like: the days all the same. Most folks when given an extra day spend it doing more work or ‘catching up’ rather than sitting still and reading books. I may do the later but I am sorely tempted to do the former. Let’s see how Sunday 2 goes.
I spent Boxing Day disassembling cardboard boxes for the recycling bin. In the garage is a pile high as Fafner’s hoard, the result of online shopping. Christmas generates a lot of trash, what with boxes, torn wrapping paper and food preparation. We still have lots of leftovers which I hope to put in the freezer. We are bereft of containers as the majority are already in the freezer with older leftovers, many unidentifiable. I think one of my 2026 New Year resolutions will be eat all the leftovers in the freezer. We have heaps.
Someone gave me at Christmas new flannel sheets and a comforter and I’ve spent a lot of time of th weekend in bed feeling snug as a bug. The heat generated makes the room temperate seem gelid in comparison; it is hard to get up from it. One (meaning Urs Truly) is sorely tempted to just lie there, looking at the phone, finding means to delay getting up and going. One solution is to turn up the heat but Rationalists in the house say otherwise.
In the upcoming week I plan to read my 2025 journal and compose my resolutions and prepare for the first at-home/not in Michigan NYE I’ve had in ages. One would think as I am home Someone and I ought to go out and whoop it up a bit but we are going to bed around 8PM these days so fat chance of that. I might start dissembling the Christmas things but then I might use Epiphany as an excuse to keep up for while.
That’s about all I got. I lead a dull life. 2026 sees the twentieth year of Spo-reflections, can you imagine? I think I will ask The Board of Directors Here at Spo-reflections to give me a party or a raise or a new helmet mine’s getting rusty. What will 2026 be like I wonder? We shall soon see.
❄️Merry Christmas 🎄🎅🏻⛄️I hope yours is a splendid one 😘
Note: this one is a bit sloppy as someone (not Someone) had a bit too much Christmas spirit in his breakfast Bloody Mary this morning.
Ho ho ho I hope everyone is having a happy Christmas. Last night Urs Truly overdosed on cookies while arguing via text with his various relations over the various versions of ‘A Christmas carol’ as to which one was best. Some were in the Alister Sims camp while others were George C. Scott devotees. Brother #4 thinks the Patrick Stewart version rules as he was the meanest. There is nothing like a good family row at Christmas over nothing important. I ended the night watching the end of “It’s a wonderful life” which got me blubbering. Oh the embarrassment.
This morning I made a very good breakfast casserole thank you very much which we ate with relish along with a couple of kringles Someone ordered from his home town in Wisconsin. Tonight we have a honey baked ham, Kung Pao Brussel Sprouts, and cheesy potatoes left over from last night’s meal. There is too much food for two. We are going to eat off of leftovers for a fortnight.
As for prizes exchanged under the tree, we mostly gave each other things we wanted for the house, like new bed sheets (flannels) and much needed/wanted kitchen gadgets. Someone gave me a box of FRANGO mints, which I haven’t had since I lived in Chicago. He is a dear, and not just for that. I gave him socks and he gave me two dress shirts, thus thwarting The Yule Cat for another year.
After we have a post-prandial go-back-to-bed midmorning nap, we may go see ‘Wicked 2’. Then perhaps we may not. Someone has worked nonstop since Thanksgiving and he could sleep the day away which is fine. I might indulge in FRANGOs and watch another version of A Christmas Carol and fire back at the relations. After all that is what the day is all about: sugar and booze and family fights.
What’s top of my mind: Christmas Eve. I am taking the day off to stay at home and do some last minute decoration and tidy-up. On Monday night we decorated the tree, although with a minimal amount of ornaments. It’s enough. Tonight I will broil a sockeye salmon (no rubbish type), which is the traditional Christmas Eve dinner at La Casa de Spo. For small chocolate cone, we usually have a birthday cake for Baby Jesus but this year it will be Gingerbread and S cookies. Before going to bed I will hang our stockings and put out a bowl of porridge with a pat of butter on top for the Nisse lest they take umbrage.
Where I’ve been: The Nutcracker. Last night I saw the local production; Someone ushered and earned a freebie. I had mixed feelings about going. The AZ Ballet production hasn’t changed an iota over the decades and this evokes mixed feelings of wanting to see something new and a warm comfort at seeing something familiar. I wore my top hat and it got a handful of compliments.
Where I’m going: Wicked. Someone likes to go to the movies on Christmas Day, so off we go to see Wicked Part 2. We saw Wicked Part 1 last Christmas. It was a sing-a-long. I hope #2 isn’t so.
What I’m watching: The history of Santa Claus. Mr. Modern-day Santa is the summary of years of many cultures adding bits of things to create the man we have today. I am curious to see where he goes next in our collective consciousness. If the memes I am getting nowadays are any indication, he’s evolving from a overweight jelly belly towards being a muscle-stud. ho ho ho
What I’m reading: Christmas children’s books. For whimsy’s sake on Christmas Eve I get out some books from my youth that my mother used to read to me at Christmas time. There are the “Santa Mouse” stories, and one with Babar who goes looking for Father Christmas. Of course there is ‘The Grinch that stole Christmas’. That one is a tad difficult to read as the TV version is so embedded in my mind when I come across a slight variation in the book there is a pause of confusion.
Do you reread certain stories at this time of year?
What I’m listening to: Unique Christmas carols. Along the familiar and favorites are a few fancy types. Here is one of them:
What I’m eating: Christmas treats. There is no lack thereof and what is there doesn’t lack variety. There are cookies and Christmas tins of three-way popcorn. Folks at work brought in homemade goodies like Rice Krispie bars and shortbread cookies. Every year a patient of mine gives me a bag of popcorn and cashews covered in caramel. I have one week to eat my share before Austere January commences.
Who needs a good slap: Overly Sarcastic Productions. Normally they are dears, but not this season. Last October I ordered a pin for a Christmas prize for a friend. Yesterday I got word they are finally shipping it. Boo. I texted the recipient she is getting it for Epiphany rather.
On my 1-5 scale, OSP gets only one slap as it is Christmas.
Who gets a fist-bump: The Boss Lady. She came down from Sho Lo, AZ to give the staff at the PHX and MESA offices lunch and bags of Christmas prizes. I work in both offices so I got two lunches, lucky me. Everyone was hesitant to recommend a place for lunch, so it was up to Urs Truly, the man and the physician, to put his foot down with a specific recommendation (Tokyo Joes), which is what we do.
What I’m planning: Gift wrapping. This morning I wrap Someone’s prizes. We have a large collection of Christmas tins and shopping bags and they come in handy for those difficult-to-wrap prizes. Another advantage of the tins and bags is they can be used again; some of them seem to be used every year. It’s a trick I learned back in the Midwest from the Lutherans.
What’s making me smile: A sense of accomplishment. Every Christmas season there is a gummy panic of not getting everything done in time for Christmas and every year by Christmas Eve enough gets done. Not everything gets done as hoped but enough to make the season bright.
Welcome Christmas bring your cheer
To all Spo-fans far and near
Christmas day is in our grasp
So long as we have hands to clasp.
Each December I write a letter to the jolly old elf at The North Pole. This is done mostly out of habit than results. St. Nick hasn’t been down my chimney in ages, worse luck. Maybe oone of these letters might evoke a surprise visit. No harm trying. Spo.
Dear Santa,
Once again I take mouse in hand to write to you. I hope your year has been a pleasant one. My year has been sad, what with the loss of my father, godfather, friend, and my dog. I am not writing this to evoke pity, it just to let you know my Christmas spirit isn’t so good this year and I hope you will help. Here is a hypothetical list of Christmas prizes you might provide. I give the same list to Someone but I will risk the situation of receiving two of the thing. Unlike yours, I can return his gifts to Amazon. By the way, are you feeling anxious and threatened by Mr. Bezos? He sort of acts like a Santa Claus viz. you ask him for things and he gets his elves to provide them. Unlike yourself, he puts out all year round and I don’t have wait for Christmas. But this is not a critique! You are my main merry man and will stay so ho ho ho.
I am always glad to receive imperial tidbits such as fancy olive oils and delectable nibbles and proper this that or the other. You could stuff my stocking with all sorts of tinned goodies and rare jars of foodstuffs. I try to avoid curried snacks and please don’t feed me buns and things thank you.
Spo-fans seem happy with their air-fryers; is it possible to get one? I remember Father suggested one Christmas Eve putting out beer and pretzels instead of the usual milk and cookies on the grounds you are a grown up and you would appreciate the change. It seemed to work as you gave us a really cool electronic popcorn machine, remember? If you bring an air-fryer I will leave out a really good bourbon no rubbish type. Just say the word; it will keep you warm and toasty as you fly about this Christmas Eve.
Upon your arrival I hope you won’t take offense of the Tomtes on the shelf, or of the Yule lads hanging from the kitchen chandelier. Not to be worrying! They are supplements, not substitutes, for your benevolence. You are much nicer than those guys who can be quite ugly if they don’t get things. Oh the horror. Worse you do is a lump of coal and with heating costs this isn’t too bad a consolation prize.
There is no need to bring my clothes thank you very much. Someone already took care of that, lest we are carried off by the Yule Cat.
What I really want for Christmas is new car, but I suppose that is asking too much. Rather, a new bread machine would be lovely. Mine is quite old and no longer doing a good job. Come to think of it, the crockpot from the 70s is on its last legs too. A new one and not avocado green either there’s a good fellow.
I hope your flight is a good one and I look forward on Christmas morning to see evidence you visited. Even if you don’t provide any prizes you are welcome to take the bottle. I have heaps.
59. How do you feel about X (i.e., a current trend, a popular political issue, a new invention)?
Question fifty-nine strikes me as not in the mode of this meme. Up until now all questions have been about past matters, things a hypothetical grandchild might want to know about gran or gramps before they die and take their secrets with them. This one is about what the think of things in the here-and-now. One would assume (or hope) the grandparent-grandchild relationship is a close-enough one the child knows what they feel about X, Y, and Z, and maybe they wish they didn’t. In general, current trends and new inventions are not positively looked upon by the elderly i.e. new and different things often evoke anxiety/resistance rather than curiosity.
I’ve been scribbling a blog for nearly twenty years (can you imagine?); I have written how I feel about everything, or nearly. Spo-fans can probably guess what Urs Truly thinks about things. All the same I will give this question a try.
A current trend: cryptocurrency. Lunacy! Sooner I’d eat rats in Tewkesbury than buy bit-coin. The fervor for this resembles Tulip-mania, The South sea company, and Beanie Babies. Whenever someone tries to sell me bitcoin, I ask them to explain what is bit-coin good for other than dubious and criminal transactions?
If there is a Spo-fan who can answer this for me, I would be blithe to learn.
A popular political issue: Artificial Intelligence. I don’t have an opinion, as I don’t have the facts, what it is or what it is supposed to do. Certainly I hear a lot of hot emotions about the stuff. Some of it is along the line A.I. will save us and some is along the line of the opposite viz. A.I. will destroy us. The amount of money going into it is beyond obscene and it too looks like another bubble industry. I don’t feel a need of such. Someone says I interact with A.I. all the time I just don’t know it. So far A.I. hasn’t entered my work. There is talk how A.I. will revolutionize Medicine and simultaneous talk it will eliminate jobs including mine. I doubt anyone really knows what will happen.
A new invention: Air Fryer. I don’t have one but I am open to the idea, provided I figure out what it is. At times Someone has voiced getting one. Since I don’t know how they work, I can’t judge if it would be indispensable like the microwave or sit on the shelf unused with the fondue set and the rice cooker for twenty. At least I don’t fear it will cause the downfall of La Casa de Spo or make cooking obsolete. Again if Spo-fans are familiar with such devices, please tell me what you use it for, how often, and do you recommend a certain brand, and can you buy it with bit-coin.
The winter solstice, ahh bitter chill it was!
Even the owl for all its feathers was a cold.
The javelina limped, trembling through the frozen saguaros
And silent was the flock in wooly fold.
No it isn’t. It’s 20C (68F) outside and I was in Spo-shirt and shorts with sandals, putting up some outside lights. It’s hard to get into the solstice spirit when it’s still possible to keep the doors and windows open. But solstice isn’t so much about the temperature but the light, or the lack thereof. It’s the darkest day of the year, at least in the northern hemisphere, and my Nordic blood bubbles up to observe the day and situation. I look forward every year to composing a solstice entry. There is nothing like sitting in the gloom with only a candle to evoke Spo-reflections.
My ancestors, some of them well over four week, didn’t sit in the dark and think about Life as they thought about Death. Do we have enough food to make it until spring time? The Sun had stopped low on the horizon, and there was worry will it return? They felt the need to help it return through ceremony. As a child I thought it haughty to imagine one can influence the Sun so. As an adult I see the value, nay necessity of ritual and how everything is connected to everything else. We may not actually command the Sun to return but it means more than just the rotation of the planet.**
These are dark times indeed, not just from the lack of daylight but lack of Light in my nation’s minds and actions. The Light in the Collective Conscious is at a very low point and it seems stuck, like the actual Sun. Like my Norse relations, I wonder what can I do to bring back the Light. Outside it is cold and dark and I am only one person, sitting in darkness.
The solstice candle before me emits a small light but it is enough to make the Darkness not total. It’s flame evokes Hope, Hope for the return of the Sun, both in the sky and here on earth.
One of the best approaches to dark and anxious times is to focus on what you can control rather than what you cannot. What I can control is my inner Light, The Sun that is within my psyche. I can always do something to spark Light in all my deeds towards others. Despite the darkness let us bring Light back into the world.
**In Terry Prachett’s ‘Hogfather’, Death’s granddaughter Susan saves The Discworld’s Santa Claus figure, who long time ago evolved from a hog that was slaughtered on the morning of the solstice to bring back the sun. She asks Death what would have happened if she hadn’t saved him. He tells her the sun would not have risen. Then would have happened? He replies a mere ball of flaming gas would have illuminated the world. This is brilliant. Yes, the sun goes on without ritual and belief, but what’s the point?
It is official !! Urs Truly has his first work ID badge! The Overlords have decreed all minions must wear their ID badges while working so patients (some I have known for decades) will be able to identify me. Someone, who has always worked in corporations, is familiar with ID badges but they are new for me. I started wearing it around my neck but now it is clamped at my waist, starboard side. No one can see it there probably, but it fulfils the letter of the law.
The Overlords also announced their many consent forms are being compacted into one. It is not clear to me if eight single pages are being put into one eight page form. If so it will rival the length of a CVS receipt. Rumor has it all patients must resign the form(s) come January. That isn’t new; before The Overlords my previous employers obliged all patients to redo their paperwork each year. It took months. There were complaints of course, along the line nothing has changed so why do I have to fill them out again? I think The Overlords will be severe on this matter viz. patients must sign their form(s) or they can’t be seen. Oh the pain.
But let’s talk about something pleasant. After work today we are going downtown to see a Christmas show. I shall wear my top hat. We went last year to this holiday spectacle and Someone arranged that the ‘volunteer from the audience’ would be me. The actors got me on stage and I was bedecked as a living Christmas tree. Oh the embarrassment. I won’t mind this happening again, if that ‘elf’ is the same actor, a burly redhead who is all I want for Christmas.
Last night I erected the tree. It was some job. It now needs lights and decorations. I hope Someone has some time this weekend, for it’s no fun ho-ho-hoing this by myself. On the positive, the tree will be decorated properly. Someone carries on the Spo tradition of my brothers putting up things without thought where things hang. After all is done I have to discreetly go around and rehang things. Oh the pain. I feel there ought to be a bit of whimsy hanging on the tree among all the fancy proper ornaments. I saved some of the defunct car fresheners shaped like spruce trees and plan to hang as well. Jolly good fun.
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