This is a picture of the very last Christmas object left to pack away into the basement. Large basements are of course a blessing and enabling. If we didn't have a basement would I have a 13 foot artificial tree? That took me two days to dismember? Nope. But of course we used to have real trees and they were just as much of pain in the butt. The very first year we lived in this house I overloaded a brand new Shop Vac vacuuming up needles to the point where it burst into flames. I took it back. Ran too hot. The year I had my first hip surgery I only used the very tip top of the tree. I bought tiny weeny ornaments and set it on table in the window. That was nice.
I also have to put the cookies away. Far away into the deep dark depths of the freezer.
And every time I look outside and it is dark, windy, and snowy I must not run for my electric blanket. Well unless I have a really good book to read...
Yesterday I read a pretty good book about a girl from the Mosuo people of China who live near Tibet. They have a matrilineal culture and don't celebrate monogamy. They practice something called "walking marriage" but yet they have strong family structures. Wikipedia seems to offer a skeptical veiw of this but it made for interesting reading on a cold, windy, dark day in NY.
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