Excuse me, Mr Trudeau....

We have almost all our Christmas gifts wrapped and sitting somewhere safe, or under the tree, so why do I still have 4 bags of Christmas bags and one of Christmas boxes?  Many of these, and many of the ones we stuffed things in this year are being re-used, some for the umpteenth time and there are at least 8 that my talented sister sewed in pretty Christmas fabrics to send gifts from Calgary over the years.

I believe in re-using and recycling.  I do, even though it's a pain in the ass to collect and store them.  It's just that every year the size of the current gifts don't match with the re-usable bags.  The re-usable ribbon takes ages to untangle, the re-usable tags made from last year's cards require steady cutting hands which I no longer have.

So, Government of Canada:  There should be a law.

So many people have said this better

Every year, with the first snowfall, I feel like the luckiest person in the world to live where I live.  It is absolutely blindingly, blingingly beautiful looking out the window.  I am going to maximize the feeling with a walk in a few minutes, protected by several layers of clothing and scarf, hat and mittens.

I will try, and probably fail, over the next few weeks, not to moan about the cold, the snow, the semi-walking, semi-sliding, the falling, the losing of gloves, the running of nose, the freezing of earrings, the wetness of feet no matter what length your boots are.

You're welcome.

It's All About....

The 6th of December is normally the day in which I come to the conclusion that Christmas is coming.  And I've done that.  I'm wondering if I can manage the Christmas season at the same time as the Trump stuff, Aleppo, remembrance of the Montreal killings, the hope for closure on the DAPL issue and the continued concern for US friends who are wondering if they have to get back in the closet.

I've made a good start: lists and hidden presents and wishing Dave wanted something I could find for him that was more personal than a donation to his favourite charity.  

Well, between Para 1 and Para 2, I'm wondering if I really need 3 hours of sleep a night.

That's right: it's all about me.