It must be a holiday slump. Most people suffer from it. Unfortunately, as you’ve been learning, I slump throughout the year. There’s always some
lame excuse, I mean good reason. I don’t know what I do for you, but I sure get tired of myself some days.
I really don’t hate Christmas. It’s just been a bad day… this month.
No Christmas tree(s) this year because of the
damned, I mean dear cats.
I could at least decorate the house a bit. That might perk me up.
I’ve been planning to put out some of the unbreakable decorations (or those un-appealing to Dudo and Moose), like our collection of Papa Noels (aka Santa Claus), but haven’t gotten around to it. I was waiting for the painting to be finished, the new slip covers to be done, and the house to be put back together. I have no idea what I’m waiting for now. The second coming? Never mind… I’ll just play some appropriate Christmas music.
I’ll head into Málaga one afternoon this week to check out the lights and decorations. That will help. Meanwhile, I’m going through old photos to bring back some of that Christmas magic. I found these two from the seven months we lived in Marina Del Rey (near Los Angeles, California). Not only does it show the fun I had with the holiday, it also shows that I actually did cook.
Well, crap, if you’re going to nit-pick… San Geraldo “cooked.” I decorated. But still…
|CHRISTMAS 1982, MARINERS VILLAGE: SHAG CARPET. GRASS CLOTH WALLS.
THIS PLACE JUST SCREAMED THE ’70s.
|I WAS ESPECIALLY FOND OF LADY GODIVA (UPPER LEFT) AND THE GUY TO HER RIGHT IN THE IZOD POLO.|