And here we are, on that shortest day of the year (well, for those of us in the Northern Hemisphere; if you're below the Equator, strike that, reverse it), and, to those who wish to be wished such, Happy Yuletide. Or Midwinter. Or what have you.
There was a dream about changelings. I almost typed, "and not the good kind of changelings, either," but then reminded myself how the world and I often have different operative paradigms about things like changelings. Regardless, first they were Italian, then Greek. Dead chickens were involved.
Yesterday, there were errands (aforementioned grocer, liquor store, and chemist). We decorated our Cephalopodmas tree (photo behind the cut, below!). We had the last of Sunday's chili with Annie's mac and cheese. I took two naps in the middle parlour; I blame the fireplace. And – sorry, changing the subject a moment – it just occurred to me how much The National sound like Roy Orbison. Anyway, last night there was rain and much wind, and too much SW:toR, and I slightly over "self-medicated," which is probably why I was visited by Greek changelings with dead chickens.
For dog's sake, I fucking hate December. I am July.
But, today we are going to the sea.
And here are photos – the Cephalopodmas tree, Cephalopodmas cookies, and – just because – Idumea, still a work in progress:
Green octopuses and pink jellyfish. Spooky made them.
I drew an elder sign on the red bauble, but I'm not sure you can see it. Maybe if you squint.
Idumea
Idumea, detail 1.
Idumea, detail 2. (This is not true colour; the camera went wonky on this shot. We blame the yellow.)
All photographs Copyright © 2011 by Kathryn A. Pollnac
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