Christmas Eve mornin’

Up early, by choice, good breakfast in me belly, kittehs content in front of the woodburner beside Voodoo. Happy buzzes and dawg snores fill my home.

A mission today, of a sort,,,, Da’s friend lost his paddle on the river last week. He found half of it yesterday, a quarter mile downstream, but didn’t see the other half. While not a high dollar one, he isn’t exactly well to do either and a paddle is an expense he would struggle with. (He bought the boat from my Da for a song, but thats another story altogether.) So, today, I take Rio out on the local river and see what I can find. No promises of success, but effort will be made, and I get to play in some current at the same time. (gee, it sure would be nice if that drysuit were here,,,, LOL Not really needed, what I have will suffice and I am close to home if I start to feel chill.)

Talkin’ to Sis last night, talking about gifting,,, I said “I prefer to find things that the other person would enjoy but won’t spend the money on themselves” and that can be a hard thing to come up with, especially if you aren’t deep in thier lives to know what that something is. Another form of gifting that I use, but didn’t say then, is: Make it! Make something, even if it’s just a knickknack or shelf occupier. Me being me, I usually try to make some functional item, utilitarian sort of stuff, not knickknacks,,,, Say, a kayak paddle (not this time, different breed of boat ) Things like this don’t need to be perfect either,,, j

and then I get into the whole ‘why do we gift anways?’ question. Some say its in respect to the gifts of the three kings. or a reflection of that tradition. Seriously, this may be the facts, but it has become so commercialized and out of touch,,,,,

I’m gonna let that go for now,,, too many third rails laying under the surface of that subject.

Last night, when talking to my sis, I think we gifted each other with what we needed to. Confirmation of our status with each other as Best Friends/Confidants sans reproach. We used to fight like dawgs when we were kids, really rough stuff too. But when someone from outside decided one of us was an easy target,, that person found out that it wasn’t going to be ‘the one’; nopes, they had to deal with ALL of us kids and we were very much the ‘fair fight? whazzat?’ mindset.

Now, years down the road, I find we have been forged in iron; self willed, stubborn, ornery cusses,( but big softies under it all) ,,,,,

I don’t know where I am going with all this,,, I just opened the valve with the intent of wishing y’all Merry Christmas. Yet I feel there is something in these thoughts that carries that message much better than just mere vocalizing of a cliche,,, And it has become cliche in so many ways.

Most people don’t even see the bastardization of the word now. Christs’ MASS,,, how this is very much a religious thing. While I don’t follow any one particular faith (organized, oldskool like) I do have my beliefs, even FAITH if you will,,,,, apologies,, won’t preach to anyone, especially not broadbrushed in a blog.

There is a very magical time about this part of the year. I may not be able to spend it with those I should be spending it with, (reasons, not choices) and that is why it hits me sideways. My conversation with my Sis last night turned the blahs into happiness: I can hope she can say the same today.

Valves open, but whats coming out is a discombobulated mess,,,,

Y’all have a VERY Merry Christmas,,, I come back with something not stir fried Toosdea,,,,