I like it very much.
But Christmas brings out the worst in tawdry decorations. One house looks like a nightclub, with dark red lights. Another is a disco. But the worst is the front yard and porch of a large two-story house. It has monstrous old-fashioned lighted bulbs planted throughout the yard, along with giant lighted candy canes stuck in the dirt. The front is draped with lights. Different lights strewn through the bushes. None of the lights' colors match. There is a moving large Santa Claus on the porch. One can barely walk through the yard, so stuffed is it with decorations.
It is a hideous blot upon the street, a spectacle of Christmas horrors.
Other than the tradition of watching this orgy sprout up on the street, I also like the very tall and perfectly shaped outside conifer that is faithfully given a lovely simple classic strand of lights -- a lone haven of peace, order, and sophistication that I watch for.
This morning, in another exercise in excess I was at the gym and decided to push it a little -- add some extra and press on through.
I pulled a muscle in a sadly inappropriate area of the body, and now find it challenging to stand from a sitting position.
But the best thing about this week was that I have acquired from the library two Sansom novels, and the new annotated Sherlock Holmes, whose adventures I've read many times before.
An orgy of great reading, which causes me to say, earlier than usual . . . "Goodnight all."
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I’m with Cathy Lou, I enjoy the exuberant light displays. With the shorter days and longer nights, they add much needed cheer, I think. We have a nativity set that we’ve put up in our yard since the mid-1960s. My father built the “stable,” which makes it infinitely precious to us. Someone we hardly know told my mother the other day that her family eagerly waits for it to appear each year.
Good night Sarah…sweet dreams.
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