In a perfect world doomscrolling rhythm would not take place. The walls of uncertainty would hold yes answers and you could swim through life unabated.
This is one of those years where the openness of the outside world is not available to refresh our minds and body, so we sit as a down clump of clay resorting to a type of life that results in the occasional tirrivee.
Adam Sandler is excellent in this– “Reign Over Me”. It was sad and funny as I watched this weekend. Now is a good time to reflect on how lucky we are. I couldn’t get the video to show but if you click on the url, you will see the YouTube trailer. . .I hope🤪 I’m not having a good day with WP doing anything I’ve asked.
Sorry for you if you are in this picture, but how stupid do you have to be? Crowding, hardly any masks, and listening to Trump rant again and again! I wish it was unbelievable, but sadly, it is not.
James liked reading the best of all activities his family could afford, and that wasn’t much since James was the age of three. Three years old began his library visits, story telling time, and being able to bring a stack of books home for a week. No matter how many books he brought home on those Saturdays, he was finished reading them all by Sunday night. The rest of the week he would reread them until they were practically memorized.
Tonight he was enjoying a sparse Christmas Eve reading a new library book about King Arthur and his round table of knights. He was getting sleepy and dozed off. Suddenly he woke to see the figures on the pages jump around. The knights were having a joust and James saw it all. He was drawn into the scene and saw himself standing on the sidelines, dressed as a squire! He could hear the crowd chanting for his knight and smelled the horses as he watched the tournament.
A few hours later, James found himself slumped over the book, in his own bed and room. He had received the best Christmas gift he could imagine.
It was going to be a showstopper, everyone agreed with the village plan for the familiar mass effort of the Christmas train fete. The scene was mapped out and the bakers were prepared with all of the earthy spice needed to flavor the edible display. It would be bigger and much better than the year before where the decision to skip the sticky frosting was a sorry slip in their efforts. The train did not hold together well and by the hour of completion, the train was dismantling.
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