Home, Crisis Moments, and IS.

I’m here. I’ve returned home…this being a comfortable place to exorcise a few demons and share a chuckle or two.
If I laugh and nobody hears it, am I still amused? Quite well, actually.
I’m home, though only briefly, and it feels good.
Crisis moments have been rather without end for the past 3 weeks. It’s calmer for the moment.
It IS what it IS.
We’ve repeated it until it has become a mantra.
Thanksgiving rushed up…there’s turkey in the fridge and the makings for all sorts of accoutrements. Though I only have the one day with my small family this year. Working on the Friday after Thanksgiving is just wrong. Poor folks in retail. I refuse to add my presence to their persecution this year.
My Christmas village is calling my name from the attic. This weekend the boxes will come down and go back up emptied of their treasure for a few short weeks. The lights will glow and I will enjoy them immensely. I may manage to keep the house tidy for the holiday season.
However, I wouldn’t bet on that.
I find it strange that in my mix of beliefs and non-beliefs, I celebrate this season with gifts and decorations. I suppose removing a bit of winter’s tedium and celebrating the Winter Solstice is reason enough for the hustle and bustle. I know I love it. I have scaled back on the decor some. It’s self-preservation in my advancing years.
So Happy Thanksgiving to all. May your turkey be moist and your blessings be many.