Tuesday, December 13, 2016

"...muddle through somehow"...

“December, in my memory,
is white as Lapland,
though there were no reindeers.
But there were cats.”
~ Dylan Thomas, A Child's Christmas in Wales
We had hoped that December would be better than November. It started off with a cemetery tour at Hollywood Cemetery with the River City Cemetarians and then led into the annual Krampus walk. It was a day full of friends, raucous fun, and happiness. I had been planning my outfit for quite some time; and, I had planned my latest extravagant Krampus necklace since January when I purchased a Krampus brooch from the Czech Republic. Along with a Weiss Christmas tree pin and a gorgeous garnet brooch, I was all set my favorite jewelry necromancer, Kay Adams to work some magic. She did.
I added a little mask on my underage friend so creepers can move along elsewhere while I protect the young ;D

That day the temperature was a bit too warm for my original outfit. I’m glad that I have a closet versatile enough that I could create a back-up outfit for the Krampus walk.

We had a great deal of fun and then headed to dinner. Hours later when we arrived home, we were ready to snuggle in when our little four-paw family member meowed that something was wrong. Within hours, everything went terribly wrong and our household has gone quiet as we’ve lost a loved one. All I want to write about is how much I have hated 2016 and how all the magic is gone, and no one wants to read that. I started to write holiday cards because I really, really like my cards this year (I usually do but this year they make me laugh). I wrote the first card and it came across as so dreary that I had to stop and set them aside. We’re just going to mourn for a while… and then a while after that. 

We both have given each other flowers. I gave my fella a Christmas cactus not yet in bloom; he gave me roses with a candy cane stick. 

We did not feel like it but we put up our Christmas trees and decorated the house (including our Krampus ornaments below).

One day we will feel normal again. "Until then we'll have to muddle through somehow."

Apologies on the moppiness.  I promise that my next post (about a candy historian's lecture) will be much more lively.