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among the bells
Dec. 22nd, 2015 10:09 pmIt's like being greeted by the dog each night: after so many years, I'm still thrilled whenever one of the Christmas cacti in my house goes into bloom, and mildly astonished when it happens during the season. The current plants are descended from one of my mom's, making them at least seven years old.
Past posts about Christmas cacti include:
http://mechaieh.livejournal.com/135446.html
http://mechaieh.diaryland.com/cactus.html
Here in Nashville, we are on alert for tornadoes and the like. This is not so surprising given that I was digging dandelions out of my driveway earlier this month. On the upside, I didn't need a coat for the walk to lunch with my mom-in-law earlier today. That was pleasant.
I am stupid tired and the pile of work that must be got through before the end of the week remains deeper than my stocking. I have been enjoying some of the season nevertheless. Indulging in glittery ribbons, for one (my department head, who approves of or is at least amused by my sea-streaked hair, joked that he should have unwrapped the package I brought over my head, given the green sparkly dust poofing up as he unknotted the bow).
Listening to the carol the Bicat brothers wrote for the 1984 film version of A Christmas Carol, and to Roger Rees's narration of the ending. (Also, non-seasonally, listening to Rees in The West Wing's Dead Irish Writers sceneand a band during high school, and can at least sympathize a bit with the Messiah-unfamiliar friends who told me after one concert that the Amens had taken so damn long they'd started timing them). Watching a dude in a Pekka Rinne jersey and Santa hat studying Michelangelo sketches. On 6th Avenue, seeing a woman buss a friend on the cheek and wishing them merry before the two continued walking in opposite directions. The Lyft driver with colored lights attached to the headliner and a caddy full of peppermints and candy canes. The absence of Salvation Army bell ringers in front of my neighborhood grocery. The rose stamps working out exactly right. Sealing wax. Stickers. Celebrations/exchanges deferred as well as those anticipated. The brownie/caramel debacle and the succesful cupcakes. Friendships of long-enough standing = faith that things will shake out in the wash. Revisiting old drafts and outlines and drawing breath to revive them...
Ye everlasting doors...
Past posts about Christmas cacti include:
http://mechaieh.livejournal.com/135446.html
http://mechaieh.diaryland.com/cactus.html
Here in Nashville, we are on alert for tornadoes and the like. This is not so surprising given that I was digging dandelions out of my driveway earlier this month. On the upside, I didn't need a coat for the walk to lunch with my mom-in-law earlier today. That was pleasant.
I am stupid tired and the pile of work that must be got through before the end of the week remains deeper than my stocking. I have been enjoying some of the season nevertheless. Indulging in glittery ribbons, for one (my department head, who approves of or is at least amused by my sea-streaked hair, joked that he should have unwrapped the package I brought over my head, given the green sparkly dust poofing up as he unknotted the bow).
Listening to the carol the Bicat brothers wrote for the 1984 film version of A Christmas Carol, and to Roger Rees's narration of the ending. (Also, non-seasonally, listening to Rees in The West Wing's Dead Irish Writers sceneand a band during high school, and can at least sympathize a bit with the Messiah-unfamiliar friends who told me after one concert that the Amens had taken so damn long they'd started timing them). Watching a dude in a Pekka Rinne jersey and Santa hat studying Michelangelo sketches. On 6th Avenue, seeing a woman buss a friend on the cheek and wishing them merry before the two continued walking in opposite directions. The Lyft driver with colored lights attached to the headliner and a caddy full of peppermints and candy canes. The absence of Salvation Army bell ringers in front of my neighborhood grocery. The rose stamps working out exactly right. Sealing wax. Stickers. Celebrations/exchanges deferred as well as those anticipated. The brownie/caramel debacle and the succesful cupcakes. Friendships of long-enough standing = faith that things will shake out in the wash. Revisiting old drafts and outlines and drawing breath to revive them...
Ye everlasting doors...
