A Very Subtle Christmas

I've decided not to be a grump or a grinch.  I'm in for a Very Subtle Christmas.  The season started for me yesterday with a trip to Fresh Market.  If you don't have one of these in your own hometown, it is both a blessing and a curse.  It is an expensive place, but they have good, fresh produce.  Once you get past that, there is an o.k fish and meat counter.  After that, it is nothing but trouble.  

I went for the trouble.  

I guess I'm going to get fatter for Christmas if yesterday's shopping spree is any indication.  Ho-ho-ho.  

The terrible news is that I have two bad knees now.  I have definitely done something awful to my "good" knee.  I now walk like Frankenstein, stiff legged and slow.  I don't know why people feared Frankenstein, really.  He couldn't catch anybody. . . except maybe me.  It would be a hell of an event.  

I go to Factory City in a bit to drink with the pros.  I am worried.  My hair hasn't been done in two months and I am looking really homeless.  I'll walk in with my stiff-legged limp and find a stool quickly.  Maybe I shouldn't even go.  Maybe I should stay home and drink herbal teas and do yoga.  

It is 43 degrees with 80% humidity here right now.  Florida cold is not like any other cold.  It goes straight to your bones.  My house, just shy of being 100 years old, is not weather sealed.  I have high ceilings, so most of the warm air is out of reach.  The wooden floor is an icebox.  The house just doesn't want to get warm.  

I'm getting old.  I don't remember this ever bothering me before.  

C.C. sent me a photo of the snowy north.  I don't think I'd like snow anymore.  I'm sure I wouldn't want to live in it.  

I may go to the attic today to look at the boxes of Christmas decorations.  Maybe I'll buy a small, potted live table top tree and hang some bulbs on it.  Maybe I'll put a wreath on the door.  Hell, maybe I'll buy something that lights up to put in the yard.  

I've had good Christmases and bad in about equal portions.  Once my girlfriend broke up with me on Christmas Eve.  Oh. . . that was a doozy.  This year, I just want to concentrate on joy.  I'll not watch "A Very Murray Christmas" this year, nor do I plan to listen to "A Fairy Tale in New York."  I think either of them might break me.  

But I put on the Hipster Holidays yesterday.  The playlist has been updated somewhat, which was needed. And Apple Music has a good selection of Indie Christmas music, too.  Yesterday one of my friends, an ex-employees at the factory who quit to become a witch, said she was looking forward to my 12 Days of Christmas again this year.  I was confused for a bit, then I remembered that last year I used some app to put myself into little Christmas gifs.  I don't know that I will be doing that this year.  But for her sake, at least, I will need to come up with something.  

Maybe I'll make a Radio Selavy station on YouTube where I can make my own Sounds of the Seasons playlist.  Hell, you'd like that wouldn't you 😆?  

Maybe I'll just give myself a bunch of glamor treatments this year.  

And, of course, I need to make some holiday pictures.  Everyone is doing it.  

O.K.  Not the cheeriest.  I can't seem to help it.