How about this? Every other year we celebrate the gift buying, tree lighting Christmas and every other year we let those who believe have the holiday to celebrate the true meaning. Half the money spent and half the stress. I guess as I get older and time goes by more quickly Christmas seems to come twice as fast.
The other day I drove Marielle to the airport for her return flight to Switzerland. I felt sad that she was leaving and needed some comfort, so I drove the extra twenty minutes to Steveston, a historic fishing village. It was a clear, sunny, unusual Pacific Northwest day. The colours were beautiful – turquoise sky with puffy yellowy peach clouds, forest green/grey mountains dusted with snow. Someday I’ll dye yarn that colour. On the dock in Steveston Gracee and I watched a Christmas concert of about a dozen talented kids and their fiddles. Santa arrived by Zodiak accompanied by two full dress Mounties and an antler bedecked Zodiac driver. I sat on the dock and ate fish sans chips (thought the coleslaw would be healthier but the copious mayo surely had more fat than fries), followed by two skeins of Manos Del Uruguay. That’s right, Steveston has a yarn shop. Smarten up chickies and enlightened males, Li doesn’t drive all the way to Steveston to see Santa. She drives to Steveton to feed her habit. I refrained from buying yarn for my fellow addicts, so I was relatively good.
On the way home I tried two different Hallmark stores in hope of finding the James Taylor Christmas CD that only they sell. No luck, I hear it was an instant sellout. Other than that it was a perfect day.
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