Or is it the 3rd? I don’t know. But it is time to start preparing for Winter Solstice. Winter Solstice (December 21) is something I look forward to every year because it means the darkness is behind me and I can start looking forward to longer days. The long dark days do not make dealing with depression any easier. At best, it’s a drag, at worst it can be gruelling. I usually just use an old Kleenex box but this year I went all out and spent $1.25 (Canadian) at the dollar store. That works out to about 8 cents in the US because our dollar is so bad right now. That could be my first resentment but I will let that one pass. What I usually put in there are real and true things I am sincerely pissed off at. Like my aunt who hasn’t spoken to me since my mom died. No idea why. I have sent her many emails, pictures and notes and nothing back. It makes me cranky which leads to resentment. (I actually think resentment is a funny word. My brother is a recovering alcoholic and we often laugh together about our resentments.) But actually, in real life, resentments just bog me down and cause me grief. I know for a fact my aunt spends zero time thinking or worrying that I have been hurt by her. So, into the resentment box/Winter Solstice Box it goes. A Winter Solstice Box, rather than a Resentment Box makes me sound a lot more good and spiritual than I am. In reality I am just being pissy and cranky. I will burn the box on Winter Solstice. My husband and I went away last night to Gabriola Island. Oh, my heart! I love this place. It is an island full of hippies, environmentalists and people with a far left leaning. We stayed at a hotel that is almost 100 years old and made of logs. Today at breakfast our waiter was looking a little tired and it turns out he and his wife (who live in a 300 sq foot yurt that has three electrical outlets, I am not kidding) just had a baby two weeks ago and he is sleeped deprived. I wish I would have asked him if it was a home birth with a midwife because I would have bet money on it. The island actully had a midwife store. How awesome is that?
Our dinner last night was especially cool. Our waiter, in all his fabulousness, wore purple pants and shirt with a red cardigan and bow tie. I wanted to take a picture but I think he was a little shy. The business is owned by a man who works there with his husband and best friend. The food was so, so good. Pork schnitzel. I could eat pork schnitzel everyday for at least a month before I needed a break. (Goodbye 20 pounds lost.) The my husband and I shared a berry cheesecake. I also had a Guinness but couldn’t finish it because alcohol gives me hot flashes. When we left I got all emotional. First, I love the island so much and it is a real possibility that I may live there one day. But also, that I live in a place that man can introduce himself as “my husband and I”. Grateful. Grateful. Grateful.
We are going away tomorrow to another community an hour away. My job comes with so much stress and these breaks are so needed. Now that I am finally out of debt I’m hoping they will happen more often. It sure makes a difference with my kids out of and leaving the house. I never realized before just how much of my pay cheque they were taking. In January, I will actually start saving towards retirement. A bit late to start at almost 46 but I am ahead of so many. I am grateful that my employer pays into a pension for me. I will be able to retire at 71. Ag! I hope not. Sooner than that I hope
Ok, lovelies. I am going to leave it at that. Still no purple hair pictures because now it needs to be washed. Tomorrow maybe. And just so you know. I love you all. Truly. I thank you for being part of my silly little life. Much love. Namaste. 🙏
Here are some pictures.