Category Archives: Christmas

Why I (Thought I) Slept in Today but Probably Didn’t

I won’t relate the horrors of Guadalajara traffic and why it took me ten and a half hours to get there, do my business, and get home again yesterday. That isn’t the reason I slept in until what I thought was ten thirty today. But, as I look at my alarm clock, I see it is still ten thirty even hours after I woke up and realize the battery must have gone dead, so perhaps I didn’t get as much sleep as I thought, since my computer says 10:34 and I’ve already located two more emergency presents and creative last-minute wrapping materials, posted a blog and chatted several times with Yolanda, so I have no idea how long I slept last night.  I do know that I wrapped gifts for Yolanda and Pasiano’s families until 4:49 a.m. I also put together two framed photo collages for two of their gifts and although I bought Xmas wrap, discovered I had no ribbon, so I engineered  ribbons by cutting up old cloth belts and used egg carton flowers for bows.  I used photos for tags so non-readers could find their own gifts. Where there is a will, there’s a way.  Some of my late-night inventions: (If you are viewing from Facebook, click on the URL or you won’t see all the photos.  Then click on first photo to enlarge all photos and view as slide show.)

 

Nacimientos

In Mexico, the word nacimiento, which means “nativity,” has been expanded to cover the hundreds of little painted clay statues that flesh out a Mexican nativity scene.  There are Egyptians, camels, tents, volcanoes, various devils hiding in the background, butchers, bakers, campfires complete with roasting meat, children in trees, women vending bread, making bread, carrying water, fishermen complete with nets and too many other characters to list.  Here are a few photos of my nacimiento scenes from former years.  This year the figures will remain safe in their boxes on high shelves, safe from the paws of inquisitive cats. (To see the photos in detail, click on first photo to enlarge all.)

These photos perhaps represent the prompt of “jolly” better than my post about how I’m celebrating Christmas this year.

Christmas Morning Tradition

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Christmas Morning Tradition

Every child in the county
will soon approach their Christmas bounty,
transformed from box-shaker and gaper
into a dervish, tearing paper.
Opening tablets, games and dolls,
jumping ropes and basketballs,
until that ultimate stage is reached—
that final Christmas custom breached.
Each child will have the astounding gall
of querying with, “Is that all?”

The prompt today was “bounty.”

“Seasonal” Sunday Trees, Dec. 18, 2016

It seemed fitting that the mountain goat would be at the top of the tree. Click on first photo to enlarge all.

 

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No Time for Moody

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What me, moody?  No time to be so.  Spent four hours decorating the Christmas tree last night.  Unfortunately, seems as though when Yolanda packed up the ornaments for me last year—very carefully, wrapping each one (but neglecting to put them in their regular boxes so I had two large cartons of empty boxes as well as one large carton of neatly wrapped ornaments) she also just cut the hanging loops off with the result that none of the 200 or more ornaments had anything to hang them from.  Plus, she seems to have thrown away the wire hangers the loops hung from, so not only did I need to cut and form 200 hangers from wire, but also figure out how to attach them!  I did so appreciate her untrimming the tree last year, but this year I think I’ll just cover it with plastic and store it in the laundry room!  Save hours next year.  (I didn’t mention untangling 4 long strands of Xmas lights to discover only one worked.)

But I’m not moody.  No time to be so.  Especially since after two days of painting the bathroom I discovered that the cement window frame I’d worked hours on to gouge out and sand away all the salitre, treat with vinegar, dry with fans, treat with Sin Salitre, dry overnight with fans, then fill with white cement, had one problem.  The day after I completed this three day process (due to need to dry completely,) when I ran a cloth over the job, it came off covered with powder.  I then used my hand.  Covered with white powder.  Commenced coughing coughing coughing from the dust.

Then a light bulb went on over my head.  I must have filled the holes with grout rather than cement!  They look exactly the same, and when Pasiano neglected to find the white cement for me, I went to find it myself in the garage and got a bag of grout instead.  Damn.  This would mean sanding it out, more dust, more coughing.  So, I found a bottle of grout sealant and  painted it on.  When it dries, I’m going to go ahead and paint over it anyway.  If it doesn’t work, I’ll do the job right after Xmas

My best friends will arrive to spend Xmas with me in 3 days.  28 people coming for a Xmas day potluck, need to visit Guadalajara to buy the ham and rolls and other party fare. Still need to find a place for all the retablos still residing on my dining room table.  Carpenter came today to take my kitchen island to fix so all of it’s drawers residing in different places on my counter top and dining room floor.  Two more boxes of Xmas decorations to find and no idea where they are hiding out, bathroom to finish painting, spare room full of material that was put upstairs during retiling and that needs to be put away. Lights and papel picado to string up, Nacimientos to set out, manger to assemble.

But moody?  No way.  I have no time to be moody.  Above is the Xmas tree I decorated last night.  It’s beginning to feel a lot like Xmas.  I did Aguinaldos (Christmas Bonuses) and gifts for Pasiano and Yolanda, wrapped up a Hello Kitty notebook for Yoli and a new laptop computer for Oscar, filled Xmas stockings for Marti and Patty, my looooooong time  friends who are visiting . (So excited they’ll be here for Xmas.)  Yes.  definitely, Xmas is in the air, as full of dust as it may be, as cluttered and stacked up and makeshift as it may be.  In three days all will be perfect.  And it is also perfect that all this activity leaves no room for moodiness.  Moody? Me? Never.

 

 

The prompt today is “moody.”

Christmastime Construction Blues

Christmastime Construction Blues

Two weeks of this insanity,
computer balanced on my knee,
desk packed under a canopy
with all I own? A tragedy!

Two weeks of the cacophony
of saw and chisel harmony.
Two weeks since I’ve been tile-dust-free,
yet still the end I do not see.

I lay here in a reverie,

dreaming of my Christmas tree,
but I fear it will never be
with all this mess surrounding me.

Chafing with the indignity,
I call my contractor, but he
merely tells me “I fear we
must order more tile,”—a travesty!

In boxes are a panoply
of ornaments from A to Z,
yet this year I fear they’ll not be
hung on any Christmas tree!

The prompt word today was “panoply.”

(Click on first photo to enlarge all and see captions.)

It’s Not That Time of Year Unless. . .

In my family, after the tree was trimmed, the outside lights were up and that inedible Xmas candy was in the candy dish, there was just one thing that signaled Christmas: the yearly jigsaw puzzle set out on the card table that my sister and I put together but that no one could resist helping out with.  There was always that last missing piece that eventually we found on the floor under the nearby sofa or in the dog dish or someone’s pants cuff.

Last year my friends Patty and Marti and I went to my sister Patti’s house in Phoenix for Xmas and of course took a jigsaw puzzle along.  My brother-in-law Jim and the across-the-street neighbor got addicted, and we could hardly elbow our way into the action once they got started. Under strict instructions to finish it before Xmas dinner, when the counter space would be needed, we accomplished the task, with Patty doing the honors and fitting in the last piece.  It was a fun one.  What’s up this year?

(Click to enlarge photos)

 

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