Reflections of the Day

Being on the downhill race to the end of another year, I thought I'd post this watercolour I painted a couple of years ago of a sunset somewhere in the great expanse of this country.

I think someone has stolen a couple or more months from me as it really doesn't seem like twelve months since last Christmas. If you find them, could you please return them to me?

Like everyone else, when I was younger I thought the 'oldies' were crazy when they said time flew the older one grew! Dammit! They were right!

I wish I had a time capsule, wherein I could go back to the many crossroads in my life to enable me to dare to venture down different paths to the ones I chose. Just out of curiosity to see where I'd be now and what I would be doing if I'd chosen the left turn instead of the right turn...or the direct route etc. Would I still be alone if I'd done that instead of this? I think I know the answer to that question. I believe it's my destiny to live and be alone...it's written on the wind. Inscribed in the sands of time. I can't fool around with destiny, now can I? Anyway, I enjoy my own counsel and space. It's the way I am and who I am.

Many others think I'm strange (well...they're probably be right...who am I to argue? I'm the first to agree!) because I enjoy spending Christmas by myself. What others think about me really has never bothered me too much. As each year goes by, what others think bothers me less and less! That I have some who do think of me kindly is what matters most! Back to the subject of spending Christmas alone...I enjoy being able to do 'my own thing'. Christmas Eve I like to sit out under the stars by candle-light, sipping on eggnog in quiet reverie. I jump out of bed early Christmas morning, shower, dress...usually in white...pick out some music...I play classical music in the morning then the mood changes as the day progresses. I set up a Christmas table for myself adorned with all the Christmas goodies. Around 10am...I open a bottle of champagne for my bellinis (thanks to Harry's Bar in Venice!). I sip on bellinis as I drift through a leisurely morning. I eat when I feel that way inclined. No rush, no panic...no hassles or dramas.

So, nine more sleeps before the pitter-patter of Santa on the roof! More like the 'Thump! Thump! Thump!" here of possums on my roof! I think they leap from the highest of high branches of the trees, landing on my roof like a herd of elephants, not possums! Poor Santa...I'd better warn him!