It’s time to shut it down, pack it up and box it away. 2014 is done and finished. Christmas is over and there remains only the hurdle of new year’s eve before it is finally over. For better or worse, 2014 happened. There were highs and there were lows. But regardless of a geopolitical shitstorm(s) threatening to swallow us all, I remain resolutely alive. Any day above ground is a good day. I have recently returned from a brief sojourn to the frozen north and once again masterfully avoided the yearly rail meltdown. December has left me tired, strung-out and worn-down. Because that is how December rolls. Yet despite this, there is as always, stories to be told.
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December’s Pictonaut Challenge
The weather outside is not as frightful a popular song might lead us to believe.It certainly isn’t snowing, it’s just a bit damp. Nor do I have access to a fire. My heating comes from an oil filled radiator and the stove is electric. I also have quite a few places to go, like work, or down to the local shops to buy milk. Grossly misleading songs aside, we are no firmly into the realm of the festive season. Out comes the gaudy and functionless frippery, we commence our decking of the halls with symbols of fertility and eternal life, and then ensconce the fresh corpse of a tree in the corner of our living room, assumedly as a warning to other trees and forestall there plans for revolution. But while many of us gather to celebrate this Christian festival, let us not forget its distinctly pagan roots. The height of winter, the fear of the long night and the darkness out there, a time of spirits and mystery. A festival where you did not wait for the arrival of a jovial old man in a red suit, but a festival where you await a visit from a Shaman.
T’was the night before blogmas and I was back home,
All the way up north where mammoths still roam,
Where it’s sure to be cold with the possibility of snow,
Let’s hope it doesn’t jam up the roads, but we’ll see how we go.
I’m visiting my family and there’s sure to be war,
Shouting and fighting and maybe a lot more,
I’d like to think otherwise, but I know that I’m right,
I’m just vainly hoping I’ll make it through the night.
“But how am I reading this? Is this post here by chance?”
No it is not my friend, it was scheduled in advance,
So while I knuckle under and try my best to stay alive,
To you a very, Merry Blogmas and all that associated seasonal jive. Continue reading