Was that Just Death?

Bring out your dead.

Last evening, just as Human and I went out for our customary walk, I felt an uneasiness come over me. And I could not associate it with anything happening in me, or in my life. Usually I can attribute my anxieties to something, but this? I mean it, was no destruction of  Alderaan, but… it was sudden and there and the best I could do was ignore it.

Fast forward to early afternoon.
I come out of the shower to be informed that a dead body was found in the lot next to our house! One of the local drunks slipped into the deepest of all stupors and his body had been discovered by fellow bums passing through. They had the folks working in the storefront call it in. Hair still dripping, I made a dash for my camera…

While peering out door at the ‘investigators’ go about their work, I posited that maybe this was cause of the dread from the night before. I felt Death come for this poor man. Maybe.

And I ask it, I ask for the billionth time: What is this Jedi skill good for?! There was nothing that I could have done. So why the burden of feeling?!

Gemini Jeeziz – IT’S CAKE TIME!

 muñeco numero uno

It is another Holiday in Mexico! Yay! This gave me the perfect excuse to take a bit of work break and make my version of hot chocolate for Three Kings Day. It turned out ok, so-so. Good enough. I needed to spend more time with it at the stove.
I have not tried to bake one of these fruity ring cakes roscas though- I’m sure my effort would be somehow sacrilegious (or some such) and no one would eat it; especially if I made it vegan; or worst still – raw. *gasp.faint*
Human and I picked out rosca last night from a pricier place, hoping quality would show for the price. We were not disappointed! My stomach will get over the insult. I have lit incense to not offend any noses- even my own. SHEESH!

Oh, yes, let me take a moment to re-enlighten the masses: Christians are still in the Christmas season- it is a whole season not just one day or so. And because I am sure all the Capitalism of the world has made you forget, I will remind you that this blessed season begins Christmas Eve not on “Black Friday.” The season doesn’t end just because every kid is running around spoiled with their new toys and suddenly dreading going back to school. Let us not forget the real traditions that actually have significance, people.

the jesus twins

I don’t know exactly what it means, but this time I have cut two pieces of rosca that contain baby Jesus figurines. My baby Jesus collection is up to three, counting the one from last year. I am aware that I have to throw a party at Candlemas, Feb. 2nd, with tamales and whatnot, but is there something else to it? They all tell me no, not really, but I wonder…  There is so much subtlety that you just don’t know when you are the outsider to a culture. There is so much unsaid that cannot be explained with words… I  hope this is a kind of fortune thing that I can turn into good luck, rather than a weighty feeling of obligation that most people seem to try avoiding.
So who wants tamales? I’m buying!! Again!

three wise men squared, fruitcake repeated

Update- festivities continue two days later:
An orange cranberry brick landed on the kitchen counter;
with some bangles and books and the new CD from Black Sea Hotel
Thank you Pierette & Gigi – and Brook as well!

Hibernative

A frosted eye look because I am from a snow place.

A hibernation instinct is hitting me hard this month and of course custom won’t let me follow my animal nature so…
There is no snow, but talk of skiing in Aspen at the Crosthwaite family gathering. Sparklers and coffee in hand we braved the night chill for a photo op. Since last week, for sure, I know I have been fighting off a dreaded something. Human and his mom have already succumb to it (in one form or another) and for me, I knew it’s a matter of time. Bolstered with caffeine, I was able to have a lovely time at the one seasonal party I have been able to attend. Then, with alluring temperatures, Christmas morning enticed me out. Once again, going against my “lazy” inclinations, I dragged Human with me to the beach. We could not pass up this, erherm… Yule Tide… ahem… but that Santa Ana Wind, that diseased carrying strumpet, was my downfall. By evening, I was sporting a low grade fever that spiked up to a blingy 102 for most of the night. And my lungs… agh. The random coughing fits have been wonderful workouts! Such a costly gift I received for Christmas, eh?

We gotcha yer Yuletide right here!

The fever is still on me today. I am forcing myself to blog before a brain fog gets to me or the horrible modern dance theater on teveunam (!?).
So, you all will please excuse me while I throw anything time-sensitive off my my agenda and keep myself stress free, worry free until this thing has finished with me.
I will continue hibernating now. At least I have a good/ obvious/ acceptable reason!

I wish you all better than what has been dealt me.