God Said Ha- Xmas edition.

My desktop holiday trees.

First off let me say that I have never seen Julia Sweeney’s one woman show about both she and her brother being diagnosed with Cancer. It’s apparently a great show; I’d always assumed that the phrase was something like “at Man’s best laid plans, God said ‘Ha'” but I may be making that one up.

In any case my best laid plans were knocked down by the Flu. Or whatever it is.

Not that my best laid plans were that exciting. I stayed in bed until I thought I was going to be getting all Catherine Deneuve and seeing the walls reaching out for me (Deneuve? Try Shelley Winters..) which meant I had to leave the house. Yes, I did run errands and yes did take the car out for it’s weekly “charge the batter(ies)” drive. Top down last 20 minutes only that was purely for vitamin D delivery. I scrapped my X-mas plans by mutual consent, for as amusing as my version of “Camille” might be in a John Waters kind of way. I am sure people didn’t need it on their sofa.

Had to stop there for a minute and imagine a version of “Camille” with everyone the same, except Edith Massey in place of Garbo.

So since smell is at the moment suspect let’s talk taste.

What a good patient should be eating

I haven’t actually gotten to the point where I am ordering Tang delivered, but you never know. We never had it as kids. We had Tropicana Frozen Orange Juice. This was the tail end of the years before foody-ism had taken over. Organic Bok-choy, Chinese ceramic knives and Dutch-processed Cocoa were still mail-order catalogues away and not available on the shelves of the local Kroger, right next to Dream Whip. Back then they probably had Cool Whip and Reddi Whip there too in their own little section

What I would like.

My local Gelson’s has seemingly dozens of different juices all of which are very, very healthy. Ginger, Celery, tumeric, all sorts of flakes of organic stuff floating in it that says “good for you.”

And oddly enough the only thing I have really wanted to eat have been these weird rainforest crackers. I’d like to think eating them helps save the rainforest. They have shaved hazelnuts and dried cranberries and would be great (when I am back 100%) to have some with a really smelly blue cheese with these. Maybe some TJ’s curry chicken salad. Hey, if I am thinking food I’m practically ready for a marathon!

And my water consumption has gone through the roof, taken in little ginger flavored sips. Massive storm on the way? Bring it, I’ll be there with a Soda Stream and tea bags.

So this is the last week of the year and I suppose we look back or something. Or eat grapes. Or is it Tamales? I will culturally appropriate any part of the menu I can think of. As with every year, a lot has gone on. I read somewhere that 2026 is supposed to be a year when we thrust aside all of those bad habits and bad things that can weigh us down, and there will be karmic cash and prizes at the end.

DWP Holiday Lights Parade. Another thing not there anymore.

Are you ready for the New Year? Head held high? Or are you like me, scuttling about, trying to find your car keys.

I also have to have a holiday shout-out to this blog. I enjoy writing about this stuff and the idea that there might be six or so people who are amused, much more than you could know.

Best Christmas Present Ever.

Of course, large wads of cash would also be welcome.

Images: Pexels, my iPhone, Wikimedia Commons