



We visited this memorial in the seventies with our small children. I could not look down or walk over the ship beneath us. It was very upsetting.




We visited this memorial in the seventies with our small children. I could not look down or walk over the ship beneath us. It was very upsetting.

Living two thousand miles away meant going home for the holidays was rare. Of course we wanted to be there, but long travel with three small children made it difficult. There were some spectacular times and most everyone was glad to be together. But as the usual case, there’s always that one person who immediately ruins the whole idea.
My particular experience for this piece relates to one Christmas I planned with my sister. We were going to try to duplicate my childhood memory of all of us sitting down together, having dinner, playing games and reminiscing, having fun. The guests included our parents, our sisters and their immediate families.
I walked in to my father’s first words: “haven’t missed many meals lately I see”.
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Looks real, don’t it?
Nah, nobody could stay like that!
Serious? I knew a guy back in the sixties, and he could balance himself like that for fifteen minutes!
No way! His arm would break!
Well, yeah! That’s why it’s called break dancin’!
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Why is it this time of year people seem more willing to share? Is it the religious holidays that conjure up feelings of guilt or the images we see daily during these few months that make us truly realize the amount of suffering outside our small sheltered lives? The “season of giving”. . .there is no season; it is needed all year long.
Everyday life spins us out of control, going to a job we might be privileged to enjoy, all for the money to enjoy everything life has to offer, we think. We are brought up in this cycle. Work, food, shelter, reward. It enables us to have a family and sometimes prosper. We make promises in January to do better, but the cycle continues. Every year the busyness of surviving in whatever lifestyle we choose increases.
If we have a choice. Many of us do and we are the lucky ones. People striving just to hang on to life itself, have another meal to feed their children or just themselves, don’t. So why is it only these few months we choose to see them, give something, recognize their plight? We are all clinging to this blue ball that keeps trying to throw us off. We ignore what is around us and wall ourselves up in our own worlds. Should I be grateful we open our eyes during the “giving season”?
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1. Day old donuts, diapers, disposable razor blades
2. Here it could be anything, we have huge winds, plastic grocery bags, cats, small children
3. Frogs, stones, trash
4. Eggs, egg shaped vases, ebooks
5. Cats, dogs, pigs
6. Three Dog Night, M83, 311
7. Dinosaur Monument in CO, Mesa Verde in CO, Manitou Cliff Dwellings, CO
8. High winds, out of coffee, paying bills
9. Apollo, Ceres, and of course, Cupid
10. Short and long billed platypus, echidna – what a qualifier😳
11. W, L, A
12. Topaz, Tourmaline, Turquoise
13. Margarita, Manhattan, Mint Julep
14. Decoupage, Painted t-shirts, Baking
I’m using Kristian’s pingback, so hope it works. I must have pushed some button unintentionally and have to re-sign in to every site. If you haven’t seen it yet, here is the calendar with choices. I’m starting late so I’m on number five.

A song I like to play loud is: Queen’s “We Will Rock You”
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