If Mary had married Lloyd Christmas then she would have been Mary Christmas. I’m speaking about <wait a minute you’re talking about the Fa Hucking agency… SLAP! Shut up Ernie.
Here we are a day after Christmas. It is a Monday which in this case should probably be spelled m:u:nday. For no reason//<insert Euclid OTP
I’ve been reading a lot of the better blogs out there [the better blogs are the ones maintained by dope smoking forest rangers] No, I mean people who are well adjusted in life, people who have a following… Oh no I feel it coming over me again, yes, Xanga and the Dread Pirate. Oh how he could basically type anything and have people believe he was the sole proprietor of something unique, some new way of viewing something that caused people to react with amazement.
Dread Pirate: The sky is blue and dirt is on the ground. Audience: Amazing insight oh Dread Pirate, how did we ever function without your wisdom! And then there was the Coke Bear… A young, handsome mind altering drug enthusiast who would ride a Ducatti Motorcycle (nude?) For some reason I think he rode the bike in the shoddy nude, but that may just have been something I imagined at the time, we are after all talking about something 24 years in the past.
So here we are today on 26 December 2022 and not a whole lot has changed in the world of blogging. There are many venues to choose from (this wordpress being pretty nice actually and I’m just getting into it). I was meandering around the Christmas posts or rather the blogs with people rambling on about what Christmas is to them or some great memory of that day etc. and so I’m going to share my Christmas story with you [even though I firmly believe and stand by the fact that Christmas is not about how I feel or how my day is going. It’s about the celebration of the birth of Christ]
Oops! One more memory before I begin, Christmas 1988 – I’m working in a lumber yard and a group of people are walking through there, presumably to purchase wood or something, hell I don’t know. And one Dread Pirate/Coke Bear type person says to the group he’s with “Christmas is a state of mind”. What in the hell does that even mean? But you know what, to the masses, to the general public I suppose that’s all it is. SLAP!
Ok, here’s my Christmas for 2022. I awoke to find out that a friend I’ve known since the early 90s had passed away from the brain tumor he was battling with the last few years. He died during the first hour of Christmas day. His wife devastated, friends left feeling numb. I took my dog to the park we usually visit but the park was closed so we went to a different place and ran amuck through it. I did have one grounds keeper driving a truck approach me and shout from his window “SIR! SIR! Good morning to you and Merry Christmas!” I thanked him and returned the greeting. My dog and I then made a couple loops and headed back home.
The remainder of the day was spent doing pretty much nothing. No phone call from any family member, no email, nothing. That’s fine, I haven’t heard from any of them in years. Fast forward to today…
So this morning I’m up and out with my dog and we are driving to the plant. The Plant is where our company water well is and I go there each day in an attempt to become one with the cosmos. Well, not really, I go there to check pressures, sign the log book and let my dog run around. On the way there I see a homeless man grabbing a full garbage can that was outside a liquor store, and taking it he then lifted it up, turned it upside down and dumped the entire contents onto the sidewalk. Merry Christmas and happy new year.
Once at the Plant I observed a city Safety Patrol… LOL, yeah, they have these people that ride around in these SUV’s with Safety Patrol or what have you painted on the sides. So this safety patrol officer was writing parking tickets along the road! Right on! Merry Christmas and happy new year. Nothing was done about the individual dumping raw garbage into the streets, but then again I don’t think he even owned a motor vehicle of which he could use to illegally park with, so he’s safe.
Please don’t think me a cynic. I’m not writing this with cynicism in mind nor am I unhappy. I write this as a slice of my reality in gross contrast to what most of the writers have written for this day in their blogs. I have more pleasant memories to be sure[3] < 3 added for effect. But you have to go back several decades. To me, Christmas is not a state of mind nor is it a pleasant festive occasion. As for the day and date, it’s just that. The real meaning and I know Jesus was likely not born on the 25th of December but it is the day we have chosen to be celebrated as His birthday, so there it is. To me, it’s a great day! But not because I feel good about it. Not because I’m sipping eggnog and watching It’s A Wonderful Life or because I have friends and family wanting to be near me // which I don’t have, < I’m not complaining, I am a loner and I like being somewhat by myself // perhaps my family knows that.
Yes, Christmas is about Christ and people are supposed to gather together to celebrate Christ… Christ – Mass etc. You know, something like that. Yeah man, I have two older sisters. The eldest is 12 years older than me and she has been in an Alzheimer’s care facility for the past 10 years. She can’t talk, she can’t open her eyes, she just lies there in a semi comatose state. Her marriage ended in divorce over 30 years ago when her husband cheated on her with several other women.
My other sister is 5 years older than me and lives in another state [of mind]. Well, she’s in Tucson Arizona and I’m in Los Angeles. I rarely hear from her and yes, her first marriage ended in divorce over 30 years ago when her husband cheated on her with several other women. Lovely. They both have children who never call their Uncle, no big deal. I gave up on calling them after it became apparent that I was inconveniencing them by doing so. < AGAIN! Please don’t misconstrue what I’ve said here as complaining, I offer only facts in order to tell my Christmas story.
Both my parents are deceased. My grand parents, aunts, uncles [but for one remaining uncle] are all deceased. Not too many of us remain. Hey it’s a state of mind! SLAP! < I’m not really slapping anyone nor do I have the desire to slap anyone, I just like typing that as it reminds me of that scene from Total Recall where Ernie gets slapped by Doctor Lul.
Ok, I’ve rambled on enough here. The holiday’s were best when I was younger and my parents were still around to organize and motivate everyone to gather together. I don’t know if my family is gathering together or not where ever they are, they don’t talk to me. But I’m here and it is now and I am maintaining a blog. Right on.
SWARTHOS – out
SWARTHOS 
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