Greetings after long while.
I slipped away for some sea-worthy adventure from something of a day having to do speaking like a pirate.
Why is there a day for this? I may never fully understand. However, it seems to be a modern day taking in, so I thought I should take it upon myself to have Carlow and myself "enjoy" the day? Quite strange, but wanted to see what it was about.
Carlow, quite a worldly cephalopod, decided we needed to take a boat ride to commemorate. He decided to navigate.
Unfortunately, Carlow got us lost for quite some time.
However, after a Three-hour tour turned into several days-worth of floating, we made our way back after my resistance to Carlow's failed navigational skills (or lack thereof), and we found a map, compass, as well as better direction. We finally made our way back to our Possom Trot staying-quarters.
It happened just in time to take a part in a Halloween trick-or-treat style event where there was not space for door-to-door, but rather automobile-to-automobile to which the back end of the machines to hold space for trunks and luggage became areas with elaborate decorations of fun & frightening in ornate manner.
I took my own carriage to do the same. It seems headforms tend to terrify & make for odd; with that said, I boasted some fine millinery of bowlers & top hats for display on masked forms. Since this was held in the fall of night, I found some wonderful Edison-style bulbs strung together to be lit at once.
Since I was still on a bit of the unpleasant side with Carlow, I had him help hold the string of illumination for the evening - much to his dismay.
Upon our arrival of the event in the lot, I rather enjoyed cozying up to a rather handsome gent who happen to be present.
After witnessing several mostly-miniature-sized characters in costumage ranging of all sorts, all for a few treats in a bag for loot and excitement; there were hours-worth of them!
An event like this, is, of course, leading to the door-to-door treatery. Hoping to have sufficient sweets for the night of frights & costumed characters. The night also held a importance of a championship in the game of baseball on the line. The Telly Vision was set to keep up with the KayCees as they were trying to make their run at a victory toward the championship! I, of course, felt I should root for them, so I answered my Possom Trot door in my costume dressed to the nines as this lovable team might take the crown! And Carlow joined me.
Another night of many-many eventual door adorners led to a large total of characters! And Oh! were several taken by my fan attire for the game. What a wonderful night. And to have the hometown team win the evening certainly helped the aire of the night!
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| What a delight it would be to be photographed with this gentleman: KayCee, The 'W' Guy |
With November now in swing, a harvest time is coming to celebrate!
A lovely, and quiet, holiday of the giving of thanks was had. It was topped with a lovely dinner of turkey and some delightfully delicious fixings to pair with the entree.
And it has now turned to a focus on Christmastime.
I had the marvelous pleasure of being able to take a moment to see blood of Charles Dickens take the stage! I was thrilled to witness Mr. Dickens' great-great grandson perform his ancestor's tale of 'A Christmas Carol."
Oh! the delight!
As I have been in these times, I have seen different tellings of the tale. As I was so taken with this one-man telling, I began to be troubled by an inconsistency of one character of the story: the visit from the first spirit.
I was going to be able to watch a moving illustration telling of the tale. Lo! and behold! The first spirit, of Christmas Past, appeared quite differently yet again.
With the town libraries hosting Mr. Gerald Dickens, then after watching the moving illustration, I had the strong urge to read the book again. I needed closure on this Ghost!
Eventually I pulled out a copy of the story, and took in some of my childhood as I began to re-read the words of Dickens. I brewed up some Earl Grey tea with a splash of milk and rum (because - "spirits"), found some festive music to softly set the tone, and began to pore over the classic print.
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| Even Carlow is helping hold my spot as I read |
As I read it through again, I was amazed at what had left my memory by relying on only visual re-tellings for so long. And, even before the re-read, I felt the message hang onto me more so than usual at this time around.
I was grateful to have my urge curbed by knowing how I would envision the first spirit now. I can now begin to wrap my brained thoughts around interpretations again.
Then the words of Dickens, using Jacob Marley’s Ghost as the vessel in the tale, had this message to share, which quite grabbed my attention:
"Oh! captive, bound, and double-ironed,...not to know, that ages of incessant labour by immortal creatures, for this earth must pass into eternity before the good of which is susceptible is all developed. Not to know that any Christian spirit working kindly in its little sphere, whatever it may be, will find mortal life too short for its vast means of usefulness. Not to know that no space of regret can make amends for one life's opportunities misused! Yet such was I! Oh! such was I!
"...At this time of the rolling year,...I suffer most. Why did I walk through crowds of fellow-beings with my eyes turned down, and never raise them to that blessed Star which led the Wise Men to a poor abode? Were there no poor homes to which its light would have conducted me?"
Now, as these charitable times are swirling in the air, as well as halls decked in greenery, bells, and shine, I implore you to really pay the story greater attention for its continued message throughout.
And now, we shall see what other aetherventures I may be led upon. The holiday season is fresh, and there are many that can benefit from help, grace, and kindness of every heart - may the harder hearts be softened for this time, all the whole year through!
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
