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Anyone familiar with my brother’s incredible photography may be interested to know that several 2016 calendars of his collected photographs, featuring Iceland, Canada, and USA, are newly on sale at Zazzle.com.

Especially because Zazzle is having a wicked sale on right now- 60% off calendars, just until Monday (the 19th).  Coupon code is PREP4HOLIDAY.  Perfect time for early Christmas planning!  You can choose your own size (price is according to size) of calendar under Customize It.

Real Christmas Spirit

Keflavik fireworks

Yesterday, my husband had a remarkable thing happen to him.  He was shopping at Fred Meyers for a set of sheets.  After he picked them out he collected some groceries too.  He was sure he had a $100 bill left in his wallet, until he checked out, when he realized he’d broken that bill earlier and didn’t have nearly enough cash (and no cards) with him.

Since he was using the self checkout, he had to get the attendant lady’s assistance, telling her that he would just take these sheets and one other thing.  She was scuffling to help him cancel his extra groceries when another customer in line piped up, “Hey, how much are you short?”

My husband brushed him off, saying, “No, man, it’s not just a couple bucks.  It’s like 58 dollars total, I’ve only got 30 bucks or so.”

The other customer said it was no issue.  “It doesn’t matter.  Just put in what you’ve got, and I’ll pay the difference.”

My husband paid all his cash and the stranger swiped his card for the balance, about $26, as though it was trivial.  They shook hands, my husband warmly thanked him, and he walked off.

What the anonymous benefactor had no way of knowing, though, was that the set of sheets he helped to buy was a Christmas gift for the nine-yr-old daughter of one struggling local family.  A local fitness club started a project for their clients to donate a tree, food, and gifts so that this family could have a Christmas, and we’d picked this gift to get for the little girl.   Having sheets for her bed was one of her big wishes for Christmas.

I am so glad I have friends that can appreciate this.

This is my good side - awwww.

This is the other side - hmmmm.


What can I say?  The only tape that came quickly to hand was Tuck.

I’ve always wanted to be one of those mall kiosk gift wrappers that leisurely pull out the long curly ribbons on the scissors’ edge.  I’m a wizard with curly ribbons.

I think this masterpiece could be my “in” to a new career.

Definitely one of the funnest gifts I’ve ever wrapped – all the while anticipating the peals of giggling – at the pink, the Tuck tape, the skillful wrapping job….

Christmas embargo

Halloween’s been here, and now Christmas is about to hit us over the head.

I want a year off Xmas.  I want a Christmas moratorium this year.  I find it stressful and distracting- an obligation to get people stuff and go to gatherings I don’t really want to.      More turkeys are sacrificed needlessly and the psychic noise of credit card debt, guilt, inadequacy and stress escalates.

There are good things.  It’s nice to have a reason to get together with some people, and it’s nice to have a landmark for the year.  Otherwise, years could slide by fused together without distinction.  Eggnog is awesome, and those Cadbury’s oranges you have to smash apart are pretty exciting.  I love making things to give away.   I always enjoy Christmas when I spend it with my family, but this year I probably won’t.

It just seems like Christmas is too much.  And why is it such a big production every year?  It can be a big production, say, every three years, that would be cool.  And the other two years it can have one day of attention and you can kind of wave in Christmas in passing as you carry on getting stuff done and staying in bed watching movies.

I want to call a time out, or have some other anti-Xmas gesture that I can spring on anyone who wants to invite me over for turkey death that says unequivocally and non-verbally: “Temporary relief from Christmas now claimed!  Speak’st thou not of Yule!  This person is not participating in Christmas; find something else to talk about!”

Instead of something as neutral as pointing the fingers of one hand into the palm of the other, though, I would favour clutching one’s throat, making gagging sounds, rolling the eyes back in the head, and then falling forward to the knees and collapsing sideways, twitching.  That’s the universal anti-Xmas signal right there.  Let’s all adopt it!