The cruellest month..
T. S. Elliot said it was April, but I think November might give it a run for the money. This 11th month in particular has been difficult for us and folks we know, with deaths, hardship and struggles of every stripe.
In general I try to let adversity roll off my back - let if flow around me and through me without touching me, to borrow some imagery from Frank Herbert. Sometimes, however, the general pile of crap gets high enough that I can't help but let it color my perspective. I get more testy, more bitter and frustrated. My emotional reactions are more sensitive and I get teary-eyed or angry much easier. It shoots my concentration all to hell and I find myself having to do things twice to get it right.
And I get a little more introspective - obviously. ;)
So, through a glass darkly - blues tinted glasses, I guess - here are some random scribblings.
Thanksgiving is coming up, that uniquely American holiday. Unlike religious celebrations wherein we are supposed to remember to be thankful - Lent, Ramadan - Thanksgiving revels more in celebrating what we have than in reminding us what others do not. I like Thanksgiving, actually, but it's been imbued with a sense of irony this year that I usually don't notice.
And following the holiday theme - what's with the desperation of the retailers this year? Christmas stuff started going up in various stores two weeks before HALLOWEEN. All this rush to market has done is make me keenly aware how manufactured Christmas has become. I almost want to see a completely different holiday take over here - something non-religous. Let commercialism have its own celebration and return the observance of Christ's nominal birthday to those who truly believe. I'm sure the corporations would get behind it. At the very least a secular holiday means they could finally tap Jews, Muslims, Hindus and all the other potential markets locked out by the religious nature of Christmas.
Well, just read good news from a friend - their baby is doing great despite some tense moments in the days after her birth. One nice thing about having your emotions on a rough edge - the highs are really high. So enough of my cynical ramblings. Sorry for the bitter taste to this post.
-bob
