We’ll have to muddle through somehow

I found myself thinking today that it is getting on towards Christmas time.    And more so than most any other Christmas song,   Judy Garland’s rendition of Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas  (in the film Meet Me In St. Louis)  really kind of nails Christmas for me.   One year my late huzband Joel took me to Disneyland for Christmas.   He didn’t actually say a word about the trip until the night before we left,  and I so vividly remember sitting in the airport on a stormy Christmas Eve,  checked in and waiting for our flight to California as a group of musician’s played this song.      The trip sadly was rather less than a triumph.    The Christmas crowds at Disneyland were truly daunting  (we had much better luck visiting Disneyland at Haloween,  when it was actually quiet) and Joel got sick.    The flight attendants gave him oxygen on the trip home and an ambulance met the flight when we arrived back in Seattle.   The phrases  “if the fates allow”  and  “muddle through somehow”  seem to me the really crucial ones.    So here’s hoping that the fates allow you to be with the people you love and care for this holiday season.   And that we all muddle through as best we can.     Seasons Greetings!

rambling thoughts

“You’re going to shoot your eye out!”

An odd message to see tweeted on Twitter, but instantly recognizable to fans of the movie A Christmas Story, based on the book In God We Trust, All Other Pay Cash by Jean Sheperd. So some of my Twitter friends (egad I first typoed that as fiends) have been tweeting that line this morning, reminding me that Ron and I really want to stay home and watch that movie on TBS on Christmas day, rather than drive down to Portland to spend Christmas at my horrid cousin’s house where my mother and my aunt and uncle will be visiting.

Ron initially flaly refused to go down there at all this year. I initially told my mother that we couldn’t possibly come on Christmas day itself, because I have to be at work at 8am on the 26th and there is no way we would be home before midnight (my cousin’s dinner is inevitably a fairly Late meal, as opposed to the early afternoon meal we always had when we were growing up). Ron eventually caved and agreed to go down with me, but I have yet to e-mail and co-ordinate a plan with Mom. (Ron says he actually Likes my mother okay, but finds my cousin as insufferable as I do, and not being related to her sees no reason to subject himself to her company.)

And the _reason_ we need to stay home and watch it when it is on is because the DVD of that movie is among the HUGE number of things that I either sold or just walked away from after Joel died, and my very old, still partially unpaid student loan prevented me from receiving any further tuition assistance to complete the one year certificate in Accounting that I was pursuing at my local community college, causing my unemployment benefits to suddenly stop, leaving me jobless, incomeless and on the verge of homelessness when, in a bit of good timing that makes me beleive in God, I met, fell in love with and moved in with Ron in a matter of days.

(If only I had been Sensible at age 19 and borrowed $2500 to blow on gambling and high living, a debt which would have long since been written off and forgotten, rather than borrowing this amount to pay for a year of college, which I never Did finish, and which, it appears will haunt me to my dying day. SIGH)

In other news here in Seattle we seem to be having very Boston type weather lately. Yesterday was our second big snow storm of the season and a third is due in a few more days. We have plenty of food and no plans to venture out in the snow and ice today. (Having lived in Boston, where weather is NEVER an excuse for being late or missing work, I do know how to drive in it but most folks in these parts have no clue, making it Much more dangerous.) It looks hellacious on tee vee.

I have also been trying for several hours, with zero success to write a post about Harry Turtledove’s alternative history novel, The Gladiator, and have jumped at every possible distraction. Ah well. Here’s hoping you are warm, dry and snow free today.