The evenings
draw in,the day shortens and the heating is switched on whilst, in the
Southern Hemisphere, the reverse is happening.
Having
friends and family who live on the other side of the world it all
becomes relevant. Like an animal hibernating we are settling down for
the winter long haul,we might not store our nuts and settle down to
sleep it through but I suppose there are some similarity's. We don't do
our daily shopping when it gets cold by walking to the shop for the
incidental item, enjoying the exercise. The heating in the house does
induce our willingness to drop off in front of the telly or head for bed
much earlier so perhaps we should take to eating nuts whilst we also
wait for Spring and natures regenerative warmth.
As
I write in this environment, the mail drops on your electronic doorstep
in a totally different environment,
bright open sky's, the beach, and
the irritating mosquito replace the rain and the ever thickening jackets
that identify our landscape. Would I put up with the Mrs Mossie to be
free of Mr Drizzle ? A good question ?
As
you are freeing yourselves of the cold weather, November / December
beckons, how the time flies. Christmas, the sound of carols in our
shops the choice of gifts, the sway of what we can afford and what we
actually cough up is on us again. Its Party Time !!
How we change in our passage through life.
When in ones teens Christmas was a time to loose ones inhabitation and let your hair down.
Parties
were pretty wild, followed by a long walk home, (as we ignored the bus
timetable), and brought plenty of time to consider the evenings lost
opportunities !!
In the 20s I was too busy, usually on my own, poking my nose into new scenes and new ways, to celebrate the festival.
The
30s brought a major change. Responsibility, heaps of it with the
arrival of 2 "little people" and the influence they had on everything.
Christmas was a time of excitement, "their" excitement, which was
infectious. The buying of presents, the hiding of presents, the wrapping
and the late night creeping down to the Christmas tree to pile them up
as Santa's little helper !!
The
40s/50s brought a tailing off of ones influence over Christmas and
sadly there seemed nothing to put in its place. The parties had become
stale as we met the same people who were there last year. All spoken
for, no excitement to find out who that is in the corner, only the
inevitable remark to point out, "you've had enough" and "its time to go
home".
The 60s /70s are now a time to avoid the parties altogether. To sidestep the issue, stay at home and watch the tely'
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