#1155 theoldmortuary ponders.

The extra blog. Twixtmas has run away with me, more ponders than time.  Our usual busy family Christmas has certain traditions, special foods and things to be done. On a smaller scale than usual we have hit most of the festive briefs

With one glaring error.

A big Christmas requires planning and early shopping starting in October. A smaller Christmas requires less planning and no early shopping. Or so I thought, but starting the shopping one week before Christmas was foolish. All supermarkets were out of stock of an essential festive snack.

My usual October haul.
My December haul.

Some things cannot be scaled back.

Me and cheese footballs go way back to a small Essex pub called The Red Cow.

It was my grandparents pub and stocked cheese footballs year round. Best enjoyed with Vimto in my past. And enjoyed now because of the past. ( I do know they are a bit of an acquired taste) I won’t miss out on them next year. Nobody from the pub years are alive anymore. Just me and Cheese footballs.

I suspect these ghosts of Christmas past, my mother and grandmother, standing here on the pub steps might think I was a little mad to continue to eat Cheese footballs . Not mad this year!

#1153 theoldmortuary ponders.

Twixtmas Sunday

Is this peak twixtmas? Christmas has started to ebb away and the usual Sunday feelings of a new week ahead has the added frisson of a New Year to consider. My Saturday newspaper looked back. The Sunday newspaper, should I choose to buy one may well look forward. Meanwhile the mist/low cloud/ greige continues to cover our days. Which are also enhanced by the cold viruses we picked up from Merry Mingling over the festive season.

Happiness is knowing where the dry tissues are and making sure the soggy ones are not left in the pockets of garments destined for the washing machine.

Twixtmas comes but once a year, I love the informality and shape shifting of days that never quite know who or what they are. Punctuated at any moment by a snack or drink, sometimes normal year round fodder other times a giddy combination of festive left overs.

#1151 theoldmortuary ponders.

Twixtmas, a magical week of slight discombobulation when no day is quite as it should be and the question on most peoples tongues is.

“What day is it actually today”

You get to build your perfect space for reading and writing. What’s it like?

With that in mind my perfect space for reading and writing is any space I find myself in. I just allow myself to dwell there a little longer during Twixtmas. I like Twixtmas with the extra ‘T’ after the X it gives the word a little more gravitas.

A vital time to recharge our winter batteries before 2025 gallops into view. Not that Christmas 2024 has left me depleted in any way. But Twixtmas is definitely a time to indulge whims and ponders.

The digital age has altered everything about reading and writing at home.

This box bureau in a 1960’s Ladderax unit holds everything I need  for actually writing  and my laptop for the digital stuff.

Rather trendily I perch on the sofa arm to replicate a standing desk.

But this blog, almost exclusively goes out from my smartphone. That makes my reading and writing space anywhere I choose it to be or where I find myself. Perfect in my opinion. I rarely have exclusive use, wherever I am and that suits me just fine.

#1122 theoldmortuary ponders.

Hearts and Minds.

Happy Thanksgiving to all the U.S readers of the blog. A time to gather with friends and family for a fabulous meal without the pressure of gift exchanging.

I have always envied Thanksgiving celebrations mostly because I love a celebratory roast dinner. The next day leftovers are also another favourite of mine.

This year, for the first time in more than forty years, I will not be hosting Christmas Day or hosting sleeping-over guests. Covid years excepted.

Thanksgiving is my traditional day for beginning the thinking process of Christmas prep.

Today will come and go as normal but with no big thoughts of festive planning. No Christmas clutter in my head.

Last night I caught the sunset near to the Mayflower Steps in Plymouth. The view to Plymouth Sound and the Atlantic beyond is much more cluttered than it would have been 400 years ago for the Mayflower settlers.

However much I love a busy Christmas I am quite excited to have an uncluttered head on evening walks for the next month. I might even seek out uncluttered views of the Atlantic.

#906 theoldmortuary ponders

The West Country is a great place for enduring and reviving traditions.

See below for a winter banishing tradition in Penzance.

https://www.cornwalllive.com/whats-on/whats-on-news/gallery/tradition-once-banned-being-noisy-9266817?fbclid=IwZXh0bgNhZW0CMTEAAR0DG7vy77viGEpyarF11q1VbCd8dvDRwfOYwQDm_7Qti1I68hcF7WLEpu8_aem_AZDaMRuxXE6sCCCQI_WXoGxKkIJZFjjdWsq_vcZBX_I6U19fzSKuKZg8YFg6Fe1QukO_vkDrThwrUjHhGxFNbQOV

Inadvertently we chose the first Sunday of May to banish mould and grot from the yard. If mould and grot are works of the devil with slugs and snails as devilish familiars then we did a good job. The yard is ready to welcome summer just as soon as Spring takes things seriously. In an entirely pragmatic way some beer traps have been set to encourage slugs and snails not to eat the new growth on our awakening plants.

We found this extraordinarily dense spider web in an unused plant pot.

A bit of digital tweaking and it becomes very beautiful.

And, as we live in the West Country I can pick out the face of the Devil/Winter retreating as the pot is cleaned and ready for planting up.