I don’t know, maybe it’s the current state of the world—not that it isn’t always shitty—but getting into the holiday decorating spirit was more difficult than usual. And in recent years it’s been pretty difficult. To be honest, I put B. through so much during the year, I feel that tarting the place up a bit is the least I can do in this season of joy.
Now, I don’t know if you all can tell, but the tree is MUCH smaller, the window not as crowded. I feel it is still in Christmas bordello area, but maybe a more selective bordello—for hookers just starting out, or finishing up!
Anyway, I hope you are amused. I also hope your Christmas or Hanukkah or whatever has been healthy and peaceful, full of love. Love isn’t all we need, The Beatles notwithstanding. It sure it is important. Good health and enough money– after a certain point– give love a significant nudge. So, my wish for all of you is that you are thriving in every area.
Eat and drink and hug and kiss. Watch good (or so bad it’s good) TV, read something daunting. About month ago I finally dove into “Vanity Fair” after taking the book on and off our bookshelf for years. Challenging, but I felt I’d really accomplished something—and had a good time, too!
I love you all.
B. loves you all.
Eh, maybe The Beatles weren’t that far off.
Love and kishes (as MM was wont to pronounce it),
(Turning 62 any second and so freaked!)
Oh, Just Remember–Christmas Bordello Comes But Once a Year. Deck The Whores!