Thanksgiving has come and gone. Usually there is a sensation of rolling with gravity into the big holiday season with lights, parties, trips, going downtown to shop for gifts, and continuing on into the new year with sports, lesser holidays and finally crashing into one’s recliner to recover throughout Lent before the next life begins with Spring and taxes.

All this will indeed occur this winter but there seems to be a negative tone to it all. Maybe it’s an unpleasant odor in the air, or perhaps there seems to be a stumbleness throughout each day that takes its toll on “rolling with gravity”. In any case, there seems to be an overhead attached to rolling into 2025.

It must be that the liberating “fun and fantasy’ (mariner would say ‘gay’) experience has been dampened by the looming clouds of elections, wars and deprivation around the world.

Forget it. Treat this season like the prisoner facing the electric chair who can have any meal they want. Go big!! Féte is in our hands!

Ancient Mariner