I started Witcher on Netflix. It is a remarkable telling of an anti-hero against grime, mud, and perpetually cloudy skies. A dystopian high fantasy that is dark, dim, dank, and heaping shovels of grit. So much grit. Seems that both casting, scenery, clothing, and writing were performed by a shovel-full of grit. So so gritty.
I spotted this today, on December 26, 2019 in Southwest Michigan:
For Christmas this year I received a copy of this book, “The Boy, the Mole, the Fox, and the Horse” by Charlie Mackesy. It is a wonderful little book, it seems physically more impressive because the pages are stout and much of the story is carried by the hand-drawn sketchwork from the author. The story is almost ineffable, it is both very etheric and impressively poignant. I don’t think I’ve come across another book that so playfully delivers incredibly weighty lessons. While reading this book, there were sections that reminded me of some of the key phrases in the Moulin Rouge by Baz Luhrmann, “The greatest thing you’ll ever learn, is to love and be loved in return.”
This book is a delight and a wonder, and the title doesn’t give away anything about what wonders hide amongst the pages. I will treasure this book.
The post-Christmas reflex is upon us. I slept in, then was bracketed by two cats, Bailey and Keely who thought that wedging themselves up against daddy was simply the best thing ever. So, I woke up with twin purring motors in full effect up against my back as I came to. The house was a little bit of a wreck so I did some vacuuming which made every cat scatter. Behold! Lord Vack-Ooom!
Now we have the onerous task of eating through food that is perhaps too carby or too starchy, poor us. I needed half a cup of Dr. Pepper for the Ham glaze, but the cheapest I could find at the market was a 2 liter bottle, so I have to defeat that enemy, golly, Challenges.
I drove Scott to work at the bookstore to help him not get dinged by angry shoppers, as today the second wave of crazies hit the streets looking for after Christmas sales and bargains.
I’ve got two books that I’ll be reading from Christmas. The first is “The Boy, the mole, the fox and the Horse” by Charlie Mackery. Then the other is TS Eliot’s “Old Possums Book of Practical Cats”. So expect some stories coming up based on those two books. Scott suggests that the first one will make me cry. Ha ha! Being emotionally victimized by a book! Bring it on! 😉
After Christmas Dinner, which was more than we ever should make, comes the romantic Christmas movies. Love Actually and Serendipity. At some point we’ll forget we just ate a feast and want dessert. Cookies, Christmas Breadies, Egg Nog. So many ways to just keep on trotting along and squealing like little piggies. LOL.
This Christmas has been such a wonder! This year I got such wonderful gifts! My favorite candle scent, new beard wash in my favorite scent from Rocky Mountain Barber Company, and everything I need to get started with Crochet. A giant iceberg of yarn, a wonderful book, and all the tools to get started! I used to knit when I was a kid, and recently I’ve been kicking around the idea of crochet which promises to be a faster method to make new things from yarn. This gives me new skills, helps me keep my hands from losing dexterity as I get older, and might even be meditative. We’ll see how it goes!
Got a slow start this very merry Christmas morning! I hope everyone is safe and warm, enjoying a wonderful Christmas!
Attending Evening Services at the First Congregational Church downtown. The program is beautiful and the church is as well. Decked out and exactly what I was looking for, for the Holiday celebrations. One of the few Churches in town that are welcoming to everyone.
Yesterday at work I was laughing with a coworker about seeking out a baby name. It struck me that I haven’t used bibliomancy in a long while. That’s a kind of fortune-telling with a dictionary. You close your eyes, grab a nice big dictionary, open it to a random page, point at a random spot and then look. Yesterday’s word was hoof. LOL. Todays word? Nadir. So there you have it, the lowest point or the point opposite to where the top-most point is, depending. What does it mean? Maybe the meaning will become clear in time. Or not.
Now that I’ve been censored and gagged on Facebook, I thought I would revisit the challenge of creating a page which only featured statuses, the shorter versions of things that I post, informal with looser English than my usual long-form entries. They all should appear under the “Chatter” menu on the main page of my blog. This I suppose will be a test of that feature.