We are all now launched upon the vast uncertain seas of the year 2017. A guy is going to get inaugurated soon, and there’s a vast march of women planned for the next day in Washington. Due to the vast but deep connections of my lobbyist friend Joan, we have two tickets to the party, if we decide to go. There are so many ways this can go.
There’s nothing like a Christmas tree to brighten a corner of your house. It’s critical therapy for these long dark nights of the year, and I will be leaving mine up and brightly lit for as long as it pleases. As long as I love it; as long as it cheers. Last year I harvested the dry needles of its predecessor on the first day of spring.