A complicated calendar
“Perhaps… just a small slice of the fruitcake.” No! That’s how the holiday begins, and once you’ve started, you can’t just stop the merry-go-round. I’ll wait; a little longer. The solstice isn’t far off.
Right now, there’s half a tree in the living room. Don’t try to imagine it. Accept that we had to move furniture, in something akin to those tiny puzzle squares that had one less piece and you pushed stuff around until the image appeared. Here you go, a Wiki entry: 15-puzzle.
Now, we didn’t have to play the permutation game very long. In fact, the others did the heavy thinking, while I slept last evening, but I was there in spirit. And today, when the neighbours stopped in after going off to the woods to harvest a real spruce/fir, I was able to sit without any judgement taken or offered. I had other fish to fry, or roast to burn, or whatever…
The first big tournament (televised curling) is over, with the Homan rink earning a place in the Olympic trials, two years hence. With that, a mystery (to me, at least) has been solved, in how the Jones team was able to already have their berth before they lost at the Scotties, several years ago. Being best depends on a calendar every bit as complicated as an Incan stone wheel or an bull by Gregory.
Not sure what tomorrow will bring. Some surprise, no doubt. But until I fall to the fruitcake temptation, it won’t be the fault of the holidays.
