in fallow fields ambition dies

I'm still caught in a web of inertia.  I gather from the TV news that a lot of people have been caught in some sort of paralysis like mine. Surveys re shopping revealed that the percentages were way down on people's completion of their shopping.  They all waited until this weekend before Christmas, apparently. Is it because Christmas occurs in the middle of the week and there was a false sense of security in the "extra" time the weekend allowed?   Or is there a surfeit of STUFF?  Or is everyone lethargic like me? When I referred to my laziness or whatever it is, at an unexpected luncheon  I attended, a person I just met but who had been told of my productive month of October spent writing, suggested that it was necessary after that spurt of work for my mind to go fallow, like a field at rest between crops.  It's a nice thought but then I read about the productivity of the writer James Patterson and knew I have no excuse at all.  I guess I'm due for some hefty new year's resolutions.  I do hope they last.  

I'm off to Boston for Christmas with my daughter and her family - always a revelation.  Although they are blood relatives, they are very different.  They're American and there really is a difference between Canadians and Americans.  I guess you already know that. Anyway, I'm taking me and you with me. Anon, anon.

the winter solstice

After this, the days will start getting longer.  In the meantime, there is this little folk festival of light to get through. I looked up light. So many meanings and variations and nuances in the verb, the noun and the adjective, of which more anon.  My power is failing… 

Which was appropriate, given the subject. The light that failed, and all that.  Well, so, the day flew by on ice-dredged wings. Will this addendum be dated yesterday or today? (TODAY)   Will my mind accept it as yesterday or today?  Ah, the decisions!  I think I had better make a New Year's Resolution to plan my blogs ahead.  I have two file folders now of blog-material. I have only thee, dear reader, and one or two more, who spasmodically check out what I'm saying. When I look at the number and variety of blogs available now to random readers, I quail.  Is this more reason, or less, to put some meat into the blog? Dry thoughts in a dry land. What would Eliot say? 

As I thought, December 21 got wiped.  This deathless prose is dated December 22.  Well, that takes care of today.  I wish you well. More anon.