Donny Hathaway stops in today to sing us a song.
How ’bout we have “Christmas in Hollis” today?
You knew I’d be throwing more videos and songs up with part 2, part 3, etc. You knew. Because I can’t control myself. Yeah, sure, I probably should have just committed to 25 days of Christmas like most people, but I didn’t. I did NOT wake up on November 30 with vim and vigor to sprinkle on my Cheerios that morning and therefore did not plan out a full 25 days of celebration. So, this is one of those times you just have to play along with me and my silly human foibles.
We cool now?
Good. Cuz you’ll like this. I promise.
On the 2nd day of Christmas songs, Da Goddess gave to you — Bob Seger. A double dose!
This year, I’m starting off with the Kinks. I can’t believe I haven’t put them in the rotation before!
And because I love you, I’m adding a bonus! Okay, so maybe I also really love Bill Nighy and this song. But that just means I get to make all of us happy!
There’s a Santa tracker site that has games! Fun! GO PLAY!
I think I’d rather have a garden gnome than a ornamental hermit. A living, breathing creature in your garden requires care and will eventually die. A ceramic or plastic creature doesn’t need to be fed and won’t die. So, which would you rather have?
This is going to sound very silly to most of you, but it’s kind of a big deal for me. So, please, be proud of me for accomplishing something amazing: I got my 12 Days of Christmas posts ready! Woo hoo!
I know, I know. You’d think it’d be easy and all that, but it’s NOT. Totally not. And I got on top of it early. Which is kind of impressive considering I’ve been (w)racked with pain (and let’s not even get into the correct spelling of “w/racked”, okay?) since Thanksgiving as the drive down to my sister’s was long and nothing but torture (and sadness because LD was going home to his dad’s). Sitting here on the computer is the last thing I’ve thought of doing lately. Getting these posts done? Major. MAJOR.
I was going to do all 25 days, but I figured I could cram all that goodness into just 12 days. Yeah, yeah. There’ll be days with double posts because I’ll find something I have to share. You won’t mind though, will you? That’s good. I knew you wouldn’t.
So let’s all celebrate my achievement and do a Dance of Joy!
You get to play around with code and make a tree light up in the nation’s capital! Kind of cool.
Made with Code has made this possible.
My tree is purple with light blue in a lava lamp sort of pattern. It should happen at 16:06 (EST) on 12/09/14 and you can watch all the creations starting on 12/04 at 17:00 (EST) on YouTube
Other than the current deluge of rain here in Southern California, there is pretty much nothing new in my world.
What’s going on in yours?
For your enjoyment, three of my favorite finds this week:
Leaf art (Delicate beyond imagination)
Superheroes in the style of the Dutch Masters (I died when I saw the last image)
Found on another website were some great rules for living. Figured I’d post the link here and let you go walkabout. You’ll like it. I promise.
Back in my day, hoodies were called sweatshirts.
Back in my day, “puffy jackets/vests” were called down jackets or down vests.
Back in my day, leggings were stirrup pants. (Athough, to be fair, I prefer leggings and hope stirrup pants never return.)
Back in my day, a diet drink was water, iced tea sans sugar, or Tab.
Back in my day, cable was new and exciting. Now, we have DIGITAL cable and DVRs and all sorts of newfangled things. I like these things.
Back in my day, I was just a kid. Now I’m a grown up and it’s less fun than I’d imagined. EXCEPT for all the things I can do when I want to do them. Sure, there are more responsibilities and complications and that whole aging body thing, but overall, I quite like being a grown up. I do, however, miss the wonder of discovery that childhood brought. I miss the gentleness of life. The innocence.
You know, the more I think of it, “my day” is still here. Things are changing, to be sure, but so am I. And as long as I’m breathing, kicking, screaming, laughing, loving, learning…it’s going to remain MY DAY.
I’ve been sick for a week now. Laryngitis, headache, occasional fever, some congestion. You know the drill. And I’m sick of it. I’ve exhausted all my patience with being sick, of having to strain to be heard, of getting dizzy when I move. I’m so done with it all.
On the plus side: I’ve seen a bunch of good movies, binge watched some shows, almost caught up on all my regular TV shows, read some books, snuggled with the cats, and managed to NOT get King Arthur sick.
Bad news: I got this update from the San Diego Zoological Society in my mailbox:
We regret to inform you that over the weekend we received terrible news: Suni, one of the last remaining northern white rhinos, passed away at the Ol Pejeta Conservancy in Kenya, where he was living with three other northern whites. Poaching is not suspected as the cause of Suni’s death.
This brings the total world population of northern whites down to only six: three remaining in the preserve in Kenya, one at the Dvur Kralove Zoo in the Czech Republic, and two here (including our Nola), at the San Diego Zoo Safari Park.
As profoundly devastating as this news is, with your support we will continue working to save and protect the world’s most threatened species.
You know how I feel about rhinos and this makes me exceedingly sad. For anyone (like you, Pam!) who has watched the Stephen Fry series Last Chance to See, you will likely remember Fry’s trip to Africa (and to the Czech Republic) as he documented the efforts of scientists to move two northern white rhinos to Africa in hopes of getting the few remaining animals breeding. Personally, I hate to think of us losing a magnificent animal in our lifetime simply because humans have hunted them out of existence. And that is exactly what’s been done. Sometimes we humans suck. For more about the death of Suni, Nat Geo has an article very much worth reading.
To end on something more positive, I found a sweet series of photos of stray cats by the same guy who did the series of photos of his neighbors (sans their consent — of which I’m not a fan and find his intent to profit from it a bit exploitive, but no one’s asked my opinion). Anyhow, I figured I’d send you off to look at both and see what you think. (I adore the Strays series immensely as it totally captures the essence of absolute catitude, and while I’m not a fan of the method of capturing the images of The Neighbors, I do see the beauty in the images.) So, go on…have a look, then come back and share your thoughts. I’ll be waiting here with my nasal spray and tissues and remote control.
I know Pam will like this, but I’m betting there are others who will enjoy this as well: mother of toddler uses her daughter’s drawings as the foundation for paintings.
I now wish I had thought of this. What a beautiful way to look at the world, to be inspired, to encourage your child’s imagination and love of art! Well done, Ruth Oosterman!