Christmas tree boners are funny enough to get me to snort my coffee. Thanks for that!
Also traditions of hibernating, crafting, baking, lounging, finding the stars under a pile of blankets and listening to the wildlife who've nestled into the warmth of our lives sing, snore or breath are as reaffirming as balling up wrapping paper.
You're a gift Caroline. Keep sharing your prickly hilarious self.
Ahhh Caroline! As I proceeded through your whingeing I was caught first by Elena Bridgers’ description of sociability among hunter-gatherer “villages” which reminded me of the story of Mary Jemison, a Scots-Irish girl born aboard a ship on its way to the colonies in 1743 who was subsequently kidnapped around age 12 or 14 by a Shawnee raid during the French and Indian War, was adopted by the Seneca with whom she chose to remain rather than return to European settlement culture. [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Jemison]
FAST forward to the same apparent madness of the season you describe, I melted down mid-day yesterday. In an attempt to self-soothe I apparently misread your penultimate line as “get your cozy where your car” and dissolved in a puddle of tears at a newly recovered though fondly remembered discourse on Cars by Bean.
Huzzah! Crank on, I'm joining you. Combining two of these excellent recommendations, I intend to track down and revel in Sting's holiday mooing and slide some new Christmas music into my well-grooved, motheaten playlist. Alongside *BRAND NEW TO ME* Whitney Houston! Her "Joy to the World" will give that mouse in your kitchen a boner.
Christmas tree boners are funny enough to get me to snort my coffee. Thanks for that!
Also traditions of hibernating, crafting, baking, lounging, finding the stars under a pile of blankets and listening to the wildlife who've nestled into the warmth of our lives sing, snore or breath are as reaffirming as balling up wrapping paper.
You're a gift Caroline. Keep sharing your prickly hilarious self.
Ahhh Caroline! As I proceeded through your whingeing I was caught first by Elena Bridgers’ description of sociability among hunter-gatherer “villages” which reminded me of the story of Mary Jemison, a Scots-Irish girl born aboard a ship on its way to the colonies in 1743 who was subsequently kidnapped around age 12 or 14 by a Shawnee raid during the French and Indian War, was adopted by the Seneca with whom she chose to remain rather than return to European settlement culture. [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Jemison]
FAST forward to the same apparent madness of the season you describe, I melted down mid-day yesterday. In an attempt to self-soothe I apparently misread your penultimate line as “get your cozy where your car” and dissolved in a puddle of tears at a newly recovered though fondly remembered discourse on Cars by Bean.
Huzzah! Crank on, I'm joining you. Combining two of these excellent recommendations, I intend to track down and revel in Sting's holiday mooing and slide some new Christmas music into my well-grooved, motheaten playlist. Alongside *BRAND NEW TO ME* Whitney Houston! Her "Joy to the World" will give that mouse in your kitchen a boner.
HAHAHAHAHHAA I LOVE YOU KATE
Sending you hugs and warmth. I'm currently a few doors down from the Dalai Lama, but missing you. And hells yes to that Bear Lounger.