Another season “Whooshed!” by, and nothing left to do but coil up the extension cords and try to find enough corners to shove everything.
I often find myself reflective at this time of year, and it’s a 50/50 shot that I’ll be depressed as hell, or satisfied with … everything. That contentment can be hard to find sometimes. It’s really a choice, though, more than a consequence.
Mrs. Spookyblue taught me that and she offers refresher courses on an as-needed basis. It’s difficult to be morose in the face of buoyant enthusiasm, and at my most cantankerous is when she cheers the loudest. Partly to drown out the moans, but mostly because she means it. What a sweetie.
Shadow Wood 2011 looked a lot like Shadow Wood 2010, but with red lights. The kids didn’t notice, and more than once I overheard, “This house is always the best!” A fine compliment, I think, to ring in the new year.