A So-So Holiday Season

 

There were good times over Christmas and New Year's but for me this year I just did not feel the enthusiasm I normally do.  It's a time of year I have always really enjoyed.

This year it was marred by the sudden death of a friend of more than forty years the week before Christmas.  This is not the first longterm friend I have lost, and not the first I have lost at Christmas, but it doesn't get easier with repetition.

I did put up my Christmas decorations (not that I have many), and I did watch my usual favoured Christmas movies:

The Holly and the Ivy, Scrooge (with Alistair Sim). Christmas in Connecticut, The Bishop's Wife (with Loretta Young, Cary Grant, David Niven), It's a Wonderful Life, The Family Stone,  The Family Man, Auntie Mame (Rosalind Russell), some newer gay romance things, the original Black Christmas from 1974, and on Tubi some fun Slasher-Santa flicks.

I did get together with people several times, and had a lovely Christmas dinner with good friends.

But I don't think it's just me.  In the buildings around mine I saw far fewer windows lit up with Christmas lights.  The same was true when I was out visiting in more residential neighbourhoods.  

I sent Christmas cards as usual but got far fewer back than in the past.  I know part of that is due to the 2024 postal strike - many people didn't send cards last year because of that and have told me that they decided to just stop sending them at all.  At most they send an ecard.

Or maybe it's that people are just worn-down with the things going on in the world at large.

Drinking

 

It's possible to not have a problem with alcohol in the addiction sense but still have a problem with alcohol in the "you're a total asshole when you drink and it's unpleasant to be around you" sense.

Speaking of a friend.

Memoirs

 Like many people, as I get older I wish I had asked more questions about the lives of people in my life when I was younger.   I wish I had asked my parents, who did tell me stories about their lives and the times they lived through, a lot more than I did.

I wish I had asked my grandmothers (I had no living grandfather) about their history, I wish I had asked my father's sisters more about our family history.

Which brings me to the point of this entry.   One woman I worked with years ago had been in the Resistance during the second world war and told me it had been the most vivid time in her life.   Although her family weren't particularly interested in her life she decided to write a memoir about her life so that her story would be available to them if they developed an interest in the future after she was gone.  

I now see what a terrific thing that was to do.  They might never be interested but as long as someone cares enough to take care of her writings it will be there for her descendants.

I have no family left, no children or nieces or nephews so there's no one to leave any writings behind for.  This blog is as close as I'll get to leaving a record.  It will be around for a while but I assume after enough time passes Google will delete it.

Which leads me to a question.  How much do I want to reveal here?  There as things in my life, not horrible darks secrets, no crimes or anything, but personal things that I have never revealed to another soul.  Do I want to write about them anonymously here so that at least they've been "told" and are in a small way a part of the world, or do I want to keep them to myself and let them die with me?

Autumn 2025

 The weather the last two months has been unusually warm for the time of year - as though summer continued far longer than normal.  The weather has cooled off now and feels more like it should at this time of year but the leaves now seem to be changing colour and falling very quickly.  Almost like they're making up for lost time.  Autumn is my favourite time of year and I feel like I'm being cheated a bit - that there's not going to be a lot of lovely cool weather before the trees are all bare and we're having winter temperatures.

I do like winter.  It's a vast improvement over hot humid summer weather.  But autumn weather is perfect.

So I remind myself to enjoy each autumn day that happens.  I'm of an age where I find myself wondering at times if this will be my last autumn or my last year.  Or even my last day.  That's not a bad thing,  It's doesn't hurt to focus on the "now" and appreciate it.  

New Store

Simons has opened a new store in the Eaton Centre in downtown Toronto.  This past week I went to take a look and I was favourably impressed.

I thought it would be very expensive but there were definitely things that were within my price range, and their clothing was very nice.  My feeling is that a lot of their items could be called "classic", things that are stylish now and will stay in style for a long time. 

But this leaves me with a bit of a dilemma.  My life now is a very casual one and I almost always wear very casual clothing.  I have a blazer tucked away in a plastic garment bag in the closet - I haven't opened that bag for years - it could be full of moths for all I know.  I just haven't needed to wear it since times have changed. - you're no longer required to wear a jacket and tie to funerals or business appointments- I suppose weddings may still require it but I don't have people in my life who are likely to invite me to one (and I would probably decline the invitation if they did - I just am not willing to deal with formal occasions anymore).  

So I can see myself upgrading my clothing to a slightly more sophisticated level, but I'm not sure if I really want to do that.  The idea has a certain appeal for me, like the way I see people dressed in movies from the 1930s and 1940s and think how nice they look, how they dress like grownups.

But will I do it?  Will I make the effort?

Time will tell.

Excuse

 

Looking back on my life I have to admit that generally (although not in all circumstances) I am a lazy person.  If something does not seem important to me I find it hard to make myself be bothered to do anything about it.

Being old has the advantage of having the built in excuse - 

"I'm old, I'm not up for that, I don't have the energy or the strength."

Trite

 

I know this has been said before, and often, but today I was thinking about a time in past when my behaviour was, regrettably, really awful.  It's fifty years later and I still cringe.  I wish I could go back and slap myself.  And I am, in all honesty, just so grateful that there was no internet, no social media, and no permanent record.  It's trite to point this out again, but young people today are stuck with this internet record of their entire lives.  I honestly feel for them.  Because when we're young it's so easy to do stupid things without really really thinking before we act.