“They talk about a life of brotherly love/show me someone who knows how to live it.”*

by chuckofish

Well, it’s December and I’ve descended into a Charlie Brown-esque funk.

Following the epic weekend of manual labor, I returned to my apartment and got my tree up and decorations out while Hallmark kept me company in the backgound. My tree is pretty and I love my festive things–but I am disappointed that there will be no parties this year.

I started wrapping presents just to get them out of the craft room.

And I guess it is the time of year when I pass this dish and think there’s candy in it only to be routinely disappointed that it is old light bulbs.

I don’t think the lack of candy is the root cause of my funk, surprising as that may be based on my usual blog content. I have gotten a truly revolting amount of emails promising extra deals and 60% off. Literal subject lines declared “Forget gifts, what can you get for yourself?” and I just feel like Charlie Brown. Too much commercialism. I’ll probably take my mother’s lead and read a chapter of Luke a day as a spiritual practice for Advent since the powers that be won’t let us go to church.

The only remedy is a little Bob Dylan. Or possibly a lot.

*Slow Train, Bob Dylan