Monthly Archives: December 2014
Mainly because my daughter said I had to. She wrote on the calendar: no grinching allowed.
I do like spending time with my family.
I like having loved people enough to miss them when they can’t be here.
I like walking the dog.
I like having a break from work.
I like having time to catch up on work.
Whatever way you slice it and dice it: I am one mixed up kid and Christmas brings it all to a head like a pudding stuffed with sixpences, in a pressure cooker that’s long since boiled dry.
So stand back and cover your ears.
That’s it for this year folks. Back in 2015.
Crappy chocolate, candy canes, bad mince pies – or overpriced good ones, too much meat, dead turkeys, the smell of the cooking, brussel sprouts, all manner of dried fruits and nuts (which anyone over 40 well knows are the Main Enemy of Teeth), overeating, the stress, the compulsion to buy food, overeat and be stressed fore and aft. Standing in the kitchen hating everyone and hating Christmas.
Too much packaging, wrapping paper, crappy sellotape, stolen sellotape, spending money on things that people (mainly) hate.
Lights polluting the night sky and burning electricity, the competitive neighbours, the trees shoved in the front windows (see competitive neighbours), fake snow, winter wonderlands from October in terrible shops, baubles.
The Post Office: or anything to do with stamps and queuing and last posting dates. All terrible.
The loss of perspective
The crazy expectations
The mindless staring at the tv
The fact that my brain shuts down to cope and then doesn’t get going again until mid-January
The passing of another year closer to dying
Yes, that just about covers it.
PS My youngest daughter read this and called me a Scrooge. Maybe she’s right.
|Not Intrigued With Evening
What the material world values
does not shine the same
in the truth of the soul.
You have been interested
What can we know
Someone half awake
the morning star rises;
the horizon grows defined;
people become friends
It’s a fortunate bird
who flies in the sun
From The Soul of Rumi. Translated by Coleman Barks.