By Isobel De Gruchy
“I am the Ghost of Christmas Past;
I will stand at your side,
here in Christmas present ,
and I will whisper, – remember,
remember how it was –
the family was all together then,
all here, all together,
alive to the spirit of Christmas Present,
then – but Christmas Present now?
I am the Ghost of Christmas Past;
and I will keep on whispering,
remember.”
I will hear the voice of the Ghost of Christmas Past;
I will remember – its joy and its sorrow,
but I cannot live there:
so I will turn to him and say;
“Be gone now.
I have heard you,
I want to embrace Christmas Present, –
I want to be fully part of it:
it will bring its own joy,
it may even bring more joy
than you, the Ghost of Christmas Past;
can bring to mind.”
“I am the Ghost of Christmas Past;
And I will keep on whispering”, he said.
“And I will ignore you.” I replied,
as I turned my face away –
towards the present.
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I woke up Saturday with no sense of smell or taste and concluded that it was probably time for a not-expired, professionally administered covid test...which, by the time I got one in the afternoon at least, was negative. So I think it's safe to assume at this point that I don't have covid (or the flu, which they also tested for, and probably not RSV because my symptoms really don't align with it though it's the only one of the three for which I'm not vaccinated). Somehow that knowledge doesn't make the coughing fits better.
It was otherwise a quiet day of football both college and pro, a quick masked stop at Whole Foods after the lab for chick'n soup and cough drops (Beekeeper's Naturals has honey and no added sugar and tastes great), and dozing off every time I sat down for more than ten minutes. Right now I'm falling asleep during Beetlejuice Beetlejuice, which may be terribly paced or may just be the wrong thing for me to be trying to watch at the wrong time. Here are some photos from the PNW Witches' Market Yule festival a couple of weekends back:
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