In the winter she curls
up around a good book and dreams away the cold. ~Ben Aaronovitch, ~Broken Homes
He warned us
with a boyish grin, inclement weather loomed. But basking as were, under
cloudless skies and eighty degree warmth we remained unconcerned until dawn revealed
the mountains; concealed by a blanket of darkness that poured into the valley
like leftover gravy, and we froze.
It’s a safe
bet that there were as many jackets as there were toys and games purchased that
first frigid day – ha! And speaking of games, there’s one in particular on my
mind today.
Requiring
considerable concentration and a bounty of luck; Jenga® is a game that even
cats are good at (according to the internet), and perfectly describes the
structure of my work-a-day world. All it
takes is one integral piece—let alone two or three—to bring down the house, so
to speak. Although an unexpected
collapse isn’t the end of the world, it can certainly be demanding; as
evidenced by my abrupt disappearance.
Sorry about that, folks.
Besides, it’s
Christmas!
So as I set
my game back up and drag out all those merry memories from every Christmases
past, of cookie smiles and Santa hats; gifts that can’t be wrapped, I’ll be thinking
of all of my cyber friends too, as I take a holiday hiatus and send off sixty
Christmas cards. Does anyone still do that?
In the
meantime I left a short Christmas story at Canyon
Whispers and I’ll pop in on your posts whenever possible. Until again, be warm, be well and above all
be happy!
Merry Christmas!
