Here Having Happy Holidays

 

Christmas approaches, and

Came there one who was

Absolutely angelic,

bearing

Gracious gifts 

that were

Fantastically favorable

and

Deliciously delectable;

Most important was the

Congenial company!

I am

Greatly grateful …

with awkward phraseology, but

Sincerest sentiments!!!

Merriest Holidays

and

Happiest future  

to you from

Mickey

Ree—grets

 There's a lot of regrets in my awareness — 

“Things I did I shoulda didn't;

     And things I didn't do I shoulda dood!”

I am occasionally tempted to list them … but good judgment dictates that I do not.

First, it would be such a daunting task … 

“continuous as the stars that shine … in a never ending line ...”     

(like unto daffodils.)

Second —  and perhaps more dissuasive — is that, although I steadfastly maintain that I am not clinically depressed, I am yet given to bouts of sadness, upon reflection of my relationships with those dear ones long gone . . .

Significant is that in the years beginning in 2000 I resisted the urge — the urgent need  — to go to California to visit my parents.

I was fighting an agonizing array of personal difficulties, having just walked out on my fifth marriage, agonizing over my perceived worth —  or lack thereof — uncertain of any destination, unable to coherently plot a course — I continued to think that there was time — would be enough time — I'd get around to it …

But there was not enough time.  Almost suddenly, “before I knew it,”  they were both gone.

And I can't undo it ...

Meaning of Christmas

 She closed her blog with the question:

    "What does Christmas mean to you?"

Thought provoking. Prompting a flying investigation through memories of many, over years and years . . .

Impossible to summarize them — but one in particular emerges:

I remember a Christmas — about 1974 — Mom and Pop drove to Victoria from San Antone — Christmas morning, there was much unwrapping and opening of presents, from each to everyone. Through it all my dog Prissy sat Sphinx-like, watching silently and intently.

When all the “people” presents were dispensed, I took the one remaining wrapped gift from under the tree and presented it to Prissy. Without hesitation, and demonstrating absolute, complete understanding, she unwrapped it and took possession of her gift — a toy for her pleasure. When she had the gift securely “in hand” she turned to gaze into my eyes, and silently said “Thank You.”
We mere humans sat in rapt amazement at her behavior — waiting so patiently for her turn, then proceeding so expertly.

I miss that dog..

Allocated Life Span

 Good memories warm my soul as I wade, midway, through my ninth decade. I

 expect to live to a ripe old age — purely because of the old adage, oft repeated

 among fishermen — that the time spent fishing does not count against your

 allocated life span.