Have you ever seen a picture of yourself from an unusual angle? You look at the photo and realize, “Who is that person? Oh, that’s me. I do not like what I see.”
Back in the latter part of December, a television program was aired concerning the downfall of Jim and Tammy Baker. On one hand, it was good to show non-Catholics that yielding to temptation can easily happen by those who get sucked in by persuasions of the mind.
Inasmuch as the March for Life date is approaching, I began to think about babies and just how they were created. Now, that may sound funny, coming from a senior who is well aware of the ins and the outs of the birds and the bees. As I was sitting at a funeral Mass for a friend in October did little tidbits of information enter my mind from a whole new perspective concerning the forming of a baby from “S to Z.”
I’ll admit it: I don’t know much about street art. I’m no graffitist (a person who does graffiti), but I do know that to “tag” something is when someone quickly spray paints a surface, or it can indicate the way a graffiti artist signs his/her work. I’m aware that I’m breaking down basic graffiti terms mostly to win points with the Gen Z crowd. You can take that one to the Banksy!
Once your holiday celebrations have passed and the decorations go back into storage, it is time to deal with your real Christmas tree. Don’t drag it to the curb to be hauled away by the trash collectors. Give it a second, even third life, in your landscape. No live Christmas tree? Don’t worry! I’m sure your friends and neighbors will share theirs.
Back in October, while participating in a group discussion, someone posed a question to me that created some deep thought about just how I would answer her question. She asked, “Where did God come from?”
It’s hard to believe that today is the first day of winter. Where has this year gone? With temperatures expected to rise next week, we may not have snow for Christmas, but rest assured, it’s definitely coming back.
One of the most maddening days of the year, in my opinion, is the day after Thanksgiving. Known as Black Friday, it has been “celebrated” as the unofficial beginning of the Christmas season. As a matter of fact, in the 1950s, according to www.thebalance.com, “People began calling in sick the day after Thanksgiving giving themselves a four-day weekend. Since stores were open, as were most businesses, those playing hooky could also get a head start on their holiday shopping.”
Take a break from the holiday rush for a bit of gardening relief. Grab a pruner and basket then wander through your landscape gathering a few evergreen branches, berry-laden stems and cones to create a holiday centerpiece.
Living in a climate where winters are cold and snowy may make it difficult to think about the word “white” in relation to the garden. However, using white flowers offers advantages, as some gardeners will tell you.
Nothing else stirs nostalgia more quickly than the Holidays. Even that archenemy of Christmas – Ebenezer Scrooge – lost some of his humbug while spending time with the Ghost of Christmas Past.
I was exhausted after doing physical labor at my mansion a couple of weeks ago, so I plopped down in my wife’s La-Z-Boy, grabbed the clicker and proceeded to watch images in motion that appeared on the screen.