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    I'm sitting quietly at the kitchen table working on the three book reviews I have due by Dec. 15. Just ignore me. I'll be into the living room by the fire with the rest of you when I'm done. I'm keeping fresh coffee in the pot for everyone--just help yourselves.
    • CommentAuthorWolf
    • CommentTimeDec 3rd 2017
    The man in the moon was full tonight watching me pick my way through the snow. I had on a pair of Huron snowshoes and crunching through on top of the soft snow was a little bit like walking on spongy air. I heard an owl hoot wondering what this was coming through the glen. It's just me, I thought, come to spend yuletide at the lodge.

    I knew it wasn't far away. I would never plunk myself into a story where I had to do a lot of work. I get my share of that already. Just enough to feel the blanket of snow that's always around the lodge and just enough to feel that cold and see my breath and remember being alive where I have actually walked numerous forests and even in snowshoes and even at night, so that weaving a moment like this is just as full of real memories as it is me using my imagination.

    Speaking of remembering, I make a mental note to stop by the barn and say hello to Daisy and Mae, the heavy horses that live there. I had a great sleigh ride with them last year, and even though I've never been on a sleigh ride in real life, I can still remember what my mind saw when I went that starry night last year.

    Like a person writing a little story and then remembering that story later or sharing their little story with someone and then both remembering it later. It's just a made up story but the part it now plays in the two friends life is real. Just like the two apples in my coat pockets are real. I'm going to feed them to Daisy and Mae.

    I know the lodge is already open this year and that the fireplace will be crackling before this night is much longer in the tooth. My backpack is stuffed with christmas goodies like tins of Belgian chocolate cookies and truffles and shortbread and even some marzipan santas to try. I've always had a sweet tooth and I still can't decide whether to quit and try to save what's left of my teeth or go to town until the wheels come off. My backpack has that answer in it too. Along with a bag of Walnuts and a nutcracker. There's something about a nutcracker and christmas that goes to my marrow the way Aurora Borealis does with Lindy Who Twenty Two.

    The Clydesdales nuzzle my hand with their massive rubber lips and breathe steam into the cold night air. They have tartan covers on I've never seen before. "Write us a better part" they seem to be smiling chomping on the tart, sweet apple. Later guys.

    I look up but the full moon tonight is blocking most of the stars. I can't see a cloud in the sky and bending down to unbuckle the snowshoes, I stomp my feet outside and open the big, oak door to the lodge.

    I could just be here anytime but walking in at night is what feels right to me. It's like having that nutcracker around. I don't actually like walnuts that much. Just like having a few tangerines around, it's what feels right.

    I'd prefer to feel happy - or even joyous. I remember feeling joyous. I remember looking around and loving the moment I was in. Laughing so hard I could hardly breathe. Surrounded by people and moments I thought were going to last forever. They didn't. I was wrong. But I did; and while some people consider being the last man standing winning - I don't think those people thought the thing through that well.

    I get over things. It just takes forever. I don't get piles of christmas presents anymore or piles of family at dinner or piles of friends wanting to hang out; but, I can still get piles. From having everything to just being grateful I don't have piles. It's not much but I suppose it's a start.

    The truth is my world has expanded even as it's shrunk. I have an experienced range of humanity I never dreamed of or wanted, and because I earned that in pain is irrelevant to that truth. We grow in adversity is as trite as it is right - and while I would like to kick that idea in the head repeatedly like a Rockette in Radio City on steroids - I'm actually the beneficiary of it.

    I'm a very slow learner. I'm usually busy following my brilliant plan and then stumble over the thing that actually works. As often as not I just come away from the thing having no real idea what actually happened or how I got to where I ended up.
    • CommentAuthorWolf
    • CommentTimeDec 3rd 2017 edited

    That's the thing about life. Just as you're getting used to something it changes like a storyteller with ADD which would matter more on a planet where the entire audience isn't being encouraged to interpret everything the way they want to all along anyway.

    I don't know the answers to these things. I do know that every good thing from inventions to books to scientific discoveries all began in the same imaginated place which is in the giant brain every human being has been given - to flourish, to endure, and to reinvent. What a pain in the butt. In any halfway looney outfit, the writers would have been fired by now.

    I've put out the goodies, the tangerines, and the large bowl of nuts with the all important nutcracker. I put the screen in front of the fire and take a bottle of wine from the pantry. I'm going to give it a hot bubble bath in my room. Later I might run through the halls singing Barber Of Seville in falsetto, or I might just open the window and howl at the full moon. I haven't decided yet.
    • CommentAuthorlindyloo*
    • CommentTimeDec 4th 2017
    Hey everyone. I brought smoke salmon, cream cheese and crackers for anyone who might enjoy. Had to wade through the snow and shake myself off before I came in. When I started out coming here it was just those big white flakes, but it is snowing quite hard now. My cheeks are quite rosy I think. Glad to see there is room by the fire for me.
    Also, I got my on-line name back, almost.
    • CommentAuthorbhv
    • CommentTimeDec 5th 2017
    Thanks for the story update, Wolf. Reminded me of when I was about 3 years old the snow was about 4 feet deep but crusty on top. I had bright red snow boots and was walking on top of the snow. What fun, until I fell through and the snow was over my head. Daddy reached down and pulled me to safety.

    Lindyloo, our lovely Lindyloo. So good to see you! That's just what I.was hoping for for breakfast. Yummy. I love it here.
    Just stopped in for a quick cup of coffee before starting my day. It was so nice to just sit and vegetate and watch the snowflakes falling outside on the pines. I fed Fluffy and Mousebane, so they are set for awhile. Well, back into my magical flying car and home to oatmeal, dog walking, and the pre-Christmas routine.
    • CommentAuthorbhv
    • CommentTime5 days ago
    Stopped by for an Irish Coffee after dinner. Fluffy and Mousebane look so peaceful all curled up together in front of the fire. They said their tummies were full from the goodies elizabeth brought. I said hello to the horses. If we get a few inches of snow they might like to go for a sleigh ride. Right now they just wanted to snuggle and nibble some carrots. They have beautiful new blankets.
    • CommentAuthorlindyloo*
    • CommentTime4 days ago
    Hey, bhv. Would you like to take a walk along the carriage road that goes around the lake? If we stride along maybe we can leave behind all the chaos that lives as much inside us as outside of us. Afterwards we'll be breathless, have rosy cheeks, and be ready for a cup of hot chocolate (with or without something added), and sit in front of the fire. Life asks too much of us sometimes for too long. Anyone else wish to join us for midwinter hike? There are boots and down coats all hanging in the "mud room", seemingly there for the asking.
    • CommentAuthorbhv
    • CommentTime4 days ago
    That sounds like just the ticket. Lord knows its been years since I wore a down coat. I found a white fur muff and a red hat with white fur trim.
    Hbs youngest son lives just north of Houston. They had SNOW last night. Their 1 year old daughter didn't know what to make of it. Cute video on facebook. At this point I might be in the same boat.
    • CommentAuthorbhv
    • CommentTime3 days ago
    Daisy and Mae wanted to go.for a walk. So we took a meander around the pond. Softly.snowing. quiet. Daisy kept coming up behind me and putting her head on my shoulder for a little pet. Her breath warms my hand and my ear.
    Hello everyone. SO glad to see the lodge is open again this year. And lovely to see everyone as you come and go. I love this place! So cozy, warm, and accepting.
    • CommentAuthorlindyloo*
    • CommentTime18 hours ago
    Was sitting here next to the fire, looking out as the sun set behind the mountains on the far side of the lake, watching bvd leading, it looked like, two large horses down the bridle path. And my hands were softly stroking the silky fur of a cat. A cat???? I have allergies. Oh no. I must have startled the cat because it lifted its head, opened its eyes and stared at me. After a while it put its head down again, closed its eyes and began purring. I took a deep breath, didn't wheeze and thought, oh, this is the Christmas Lodge at the Edge of Forever. There are no allergies here. So I'm still sitting here, still stoking this beautiful animal. I have no idea if it is Flluffy or Mousebane or what its gender is. Clues anybody? I actually feel quite honored to be the lap of choice.
    • CommentAuthorbhv
    • CommentTime16 hours ago
    Hi Katherine. Good to see you here. I've been enjoying your Sunday musings on facebook. Especially about chickens. And painting. And views of the sea.
    Lindylou, it was a nice walk with the horses. I was feeling sad because so many horses died and were hurt in the fires nearby. It was horrific. So we comforted each other and said a prayer for the lost ones.
    I spent the day upstairs in the sewing room. Made a pieced pointsettia ornament for the tree. I have never done such tiny half square triangles! It was quite the challenge. It was a little kit door prize that's been sitting there for two years. Something completed.
    • CommentAuthormyrtle*
    • CommentTime13 hours ago
    Lindyloo, So glad you are enjoying the Lodge. Fluffy is the white one and Mousebane is the dark one. When they curl up together, they are yin and yang. No allergies here, but as usual, cats rule, so we mere mortals feel it is an honor to have a cat on our lap.
    They poop candy canes, so nobody has to clean a litter box.
    • CommentAuthorbhv
    • CommentTime2 hours ago
    ROFLOL, Elizabeth, and then ROFLOL again.