I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes. Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You’re doing things you’ve never done before, and more importantly, you’re doing something.
Neil Gaiman
This morning I thought to myself:
As far as Christmas goes, this was a good one.
It snowed on Christmas Eve and on Christmas Day and I didn’t run out of eggnog AND I had fun with the family.
With that being said I was ready for it to be over.
Holidays are hard.
They’re hard all the way from the Prep work to cleanup day and then the guilt for having a good time, or not having enough fun or not buying the right gifts or for buying to much.
So I was at that stage- you know, if you love something set it free, blah, blah, blah… and then I remember that this weekend
IT
comes back.
And by IT I don’t mean the clown from the Stephen King story.
I mean
I’ll ‘fess up.
My reaction to that bit of news was not good.
I facepalmed myself against a wall a few times and chanted merrily to myself as I sank into an ocean of stars:
Bloody.
Hell.
Daily Prompt: Confess
Note to self regarding Christmas Gifts:
If you have a tracking dog, hiding their Christmas Presents is pointless.
Pointless I say.
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Ho. Ho. Ho.
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On Christmas Eve Day something pretty amazing happened where I live in Washington State.
It snowed.
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We all had fun.
Especially my dog Hamish Macbeth.
Hamish had a lot of fun until he caught sight of something from his lookout spot on the playground:
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When I saw that look through my camera on his normally good natured fuzzy face this quote popped into my head:
‘By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.’
Or in Hamish’s case strike thumb and replace it with ” Paw”.
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Hamish did this Ninja move from his perch and started to belly crawl – something he learned from my cats, towards his target.
Through the snow and ice- around a bush and a tree he made his way towards this:
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Hamish hates Garden Gnomes and Frogs with crowns and yard art in general.
You can give him his vaccinations, accidently step on his paw, take garbage from out of his mouth and not have to worry those giant white teeth of his biting down on your hand.
But if you are a plastic fairy, a wheelbarrow of flowers being pushed by a bee in overalls Hamish will try to take you down.
I wasn’t sure if destroying a snowman on Christmas Eve would have earned Hamish a visit from Santa or Krampus- but in my heart I’d have to say we’d have been fine with either one.
PS: No Snowmen were injured or destroyed by Hamish Macbeth on Christmas Eve but if that Snowman doesn’t melt soon I can’t guarantee his well being much longer.
amm