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a walk in the first serious snow of the year.

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It’s been winter wonderland around here, with the added reality of ice patches, people snowed in at home, or worse, people snowed in on the road, broken arms and hips, and hungry animals.

Nevertheless, I love snow as I’ve the privilege of a warm house and winter boots.  So I took my camera out for its first ever winter walk.

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But first I took realistic, not golden light, photos of the balcony my brother had to clean from all the snow, lest it begins melting, then freezes overnight, and I break my neck when taking a peek outside.

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Heroically, he did it with a pink kitten litter scoop.  It took him some time.

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Written by Alexandra

19 December 2012 at 3:20 pm

almost.

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Roses are reddish,
Violets are blueish.
If it weren’t for Christmas,
We’d all be Jewish.
— Benny Hill

I wanted to go to a Hanuka celebration held at one of the public halls here.  I woke up when it had already started, though, so I stayed home.  A bit sad.

Written by Alexandra

19 December 2009 at 12:26 am

i don’t really like mark twain.

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It is curious that physical courage should be so common in the world and moral courage so rare.
— Mark Twain

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I watched the Santa in the Slush yesterday; bit of an ill-timed occurrence, since Autumn barely began today. That’s what you have to deal with when you watch a dub of a two year old season.

I am now a huge fan of mistletoes.

But this is not about timing and plants and fanaticism.

I am now going to sing Christmas songs until March. Because, you know, I love Christmas music. I love Christmas. And as I was writing in my journal earlier, I realised something.

I grew up in a secular environment. The first time I went to church was in 8th grade, and it was on a school touristy type of trip. My interactions with religion up to that point were rare, and unfortunately they weren’t positive. There’s no point in getting into the whole shabang, though.

I have a friend who had once referred to her family as secular Catholic. I liked the term, because I could very much apply it to my situation: I grew up in a family who was secular Orthodox. I mean, we celebrated Easter, and we celebrated Christmas, and other holidays, and we would fast. But I guess there was no real ground beneath that. Even though there was Christmas, there was still New Year’s Day, which was a bigger celebration. That would be the time to set up the table etc. And usually, when discussing plans or thinking of gifts, I’d think of New Year, or the ambiguous Winter Holidays.

And today, when I wrote in my journal, I wrote "for Christmas". And when I was talking to my Mother, I said, "I love Christmas." And I’m sitting here, thinking of Christmas, singing Christmas carols quietly.

Yay.

I’m still going to celebrate the whole shabang for about a month, though. I’ve got friends who celebrate Hanuka, I myself really fancy Yule, and in Russia the whole holiday thing starts on 24th of December, and lasts till 15th of January — that’s what you’ve got with having two calendars and the everlasting people’s (nation’s) memory.

But yay. Christmas. I feel all snuggly.

Still sick though.

Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.
— Hebrews 11:1

Written by Alexandra

23 September 2009 at 2:37 pm