Ornaments

In retrospect, I think a mild migrane smacked me. Able to manage it this morning, although I remained fragile headed all day. Gloomy, murky day, gusty disturbing winds, Moby went out for a half minute and decided that his fur had been ruffled plenty.





So, I decorated the tree. A slow and meditative process. After we ran some idle errands mostly to get out of the house a while. Found some lovely ornaments at a thrift shop, a good way to replace the inevitable losses of the years. A star and a house - which seemed completely appropriate. I believe in an encrusted yule tree, everything on it. Including the lei from the Trader Joe's opening dropped around D's neck.







Add a few lights that I got last year, or the year before. I forget - haven't seen the stuff for two years. Never unpacked it last year because of the impending move.

Moby waited by, watching me. He's never been destructive, may bat a low hanging ornament around on principle each year, but otherwise leaves the tree alone.




This does leave me in better emotional balance. Beauty and remembrance. Not nostalgia, no wish for the past, landmarks, points of reference.