The Still is Dry

It's been more than a week since anything was planted in this garden and yet there is nothing new to add. I've got beers and music playing and lots of things going on in life. But nothing worthy of the garden.

The other day I wanted to put a piece together involving a bunch of questions that I have been thinking about. Like, is it worse to put the kids in the car for a coffee run or a beer run? Or, do anarchists have regular meetings and do they follow the Peter Principles? And, what do Santa's elves give their children for Christmas?

But I never got around to writing that entry.

So then I was just going to recap everything that has happened in the last week. You know, everyday stuff. Like how in the last seven days Mo and I both had a cold and I got over mine but I'm still wiping her nose. At what point do kids learn how to sniff? It seems so simple - just inhale through your nose and the snot goes back up! But no. I've got to run around with tissues in every pocket waiting for that snot-bubble to burst so I can wipe it up before it runs into her mouth.

But I never got around to writing that entry.

The other day I came up with a great title for an entry: Putting the X back in Xmas. It's that time of year again when all the religious freaks come out to complain that not enough people recognize Christmas as the birth of Christ. Of course they don't realize that 'Christmas' has been celebrated for 4,000 years to commemorate the winter equinox. And in the fifth century the church told everyone that the equinox was also the same day Jesus was born, just so they could join in the pagan festivites. And as a further example of the ignorance of the religious freaks, the letter 'X' in Greek represents 'CHI', which has always represented the word 'Christ'. Of course, what would those people ever do with an education?

But I never got around to writing that entry.

I don't know if I can match some of the Christmas stories that I wrote last year. I am not sure which I like best, Hanging Around the Tree, The Christmas Pig or Yo Saturnalia! I enjoyed creating each those stories and I am not really sure I can do better. I have an idea about a kid that really wants a lump of coal for Christmas. He leaves Santa a plate of dry polenta and a glass of tomato juice on the fireplace. But Santa checks his list and finds out that the kid has actually been pretty good. So he gives the kid a pony that ends up eating the polenta.

Maybe I'll get around to writing that entry.