If it’s Monday, it’s recap day. Though I got a bit off track over Christmas, I’ve retroactively posted what I meant to write (or did write, but simply hadn’t the time to transfer from my notebook to the keyboard). I realize this is one of the slowest periods to blog, since more people are concerned with celebrating or partying or enjoying their presents than reading online content, but I’ve got a posting streak still going and I want to stretch it out as far as I can in anticipation of a derailment once I start regular work.
And on with the flashback
Last Monday, December 19, I repeated the announcement that I’d snagged a copyediting job in Wyoming.
Tuesday I contemplated alternative occupations I was willing to settle for if I hadn’t landed a journalism job by Christmas, the deadline set by my parents.
Wednesday was the Winter Solstice, so I weighed in on the so-called holiday wars concerning the use of “Merry Christmas” in lieu of “Happy Holidays” or versa vice. In the end, I conclude by arguing semantics won’t carry the day, but the victor will be the side that puts their emotions into productive actions.
Thursday I got some new lenses. The adjustment headaches prompted me to compose a shorter post than usual. Time pressed readers rejoiced for my pain. Die hard fans felt my pain. I didn’t care what either side thought because I was in pain.
Friday I left the place where I’d rested my hat for the last few months. It was the place that has seemed the most like a home since I left college. Thinking of that, I tried to illustrate nearly a dozen small scenes to show what life is like at the Independence Smith home.
Saturday, on Christmas Eve, I try to explain the meaning of Christmas by outlining what it isn’t – with a little help from Paul Simon and Steve Martin.
On ChristmasI had a short, straightforward message of kindness and hopeful prayers for the year to come.
To come: I’ve got several holiday musings burning a hole in my notebooks. Crowded malls, sugar plum-less dreams, and more are forthcoming.
