A Change in Christmas Attitude

If I wasn’t already happy to be back in California, the holidays would have put me there.

First of all, I just have to take a short ride up to visit my folks to get a little of the snow show that’s not unusual in the Sacramento area. See the picture of Bebe, my Toyota Yaris, loving the clumps of snow leftover from the previous weekend in Pine Grove.

Then there’s the brisk feel of wintry air all around, something I had missed terribly during my encampment in Arizona. There is a stillness about things when the air gets cold. I really enjoy that sense of waiting for spring, but enjoying the moment. I’ve found myself sitting in my outdoor lounge chair with my feet propped up on the “visitor’s” chair watching the leaves fall and the squirrels chasing each other across the nearly bare branches of the oak tree across the street.

Tonight, I’m off to Oakdale (near Modesto) to spend Christmas Eve with my youngest sister and her family. My parents will be there, too. I haven’t been around for Christmas in years, so it will be very enjoyable for me, reconnecting with my family and memories of my youth.

I’m apart this year from my daughter, Vanessa and my son, Erik and his family. That’s very difficult for me, but we’ve made special arrangements so that we’ll spend some quality phone time together tomorrow.

I almost forgot! The Universe brought me a nice little Christmas present – winning $600 at Jackson Rancheria, the casino that’s between my folks and home.

To all of you, wherever your Christmas will be, I’m wishing you sweet moments with the ones you love.

Baby, It's Cold Outside...and Wet!

The past few weeks I’ve been caught up in a thousand Christmas chores (okay, maybe simply a hundred or so, but it has felt like a thousand) and the rewriting of the novel I hope will push me into the ranks of heralded and financially comfortable authors.

So, I have missed the pleasures of exploring the Sacramento area. There is so much more to see, experience and write about, so I plan to renew my forays into myriad adventures awaiting me in earnest after the New Year comes skipping over the horizon. In the meantime, I took a look around myself today and realized there is so much to enjoy in my own front yard.

It was raining today as I read in my cozy little nest of a bed in my RV, Wanda. I stopped for a few minutes as I heard the wind pick up a bit and glanced out the window. I found myself smiling as I watched a cascade of leaves being persuaded to leave a tree by the gusts. They came tumbling over each other by the tens, creating such a lovely sight of yellowed migration.

I marveled at those that remained on the stark branches, still clinging to their usefulness and life. It made me think of the human struggle to remain and survive, but I was also able to see the drifting beauty of those golden leaves that couldn’t hold on any longer, that simply let go and created a new carpet of intricate patterns on the earth below. There is an analogy here greater than any observer or writer’s ability to convey it.

The chill in the air hovers in the mid-forties most days lately. I love the brace of walking from a warm building into that biting cold and the instant alertness that goes with it; the realization that everything around me is a bit crisper than in the spring and summer. This feeling is something I sorely missed while I lived in Arizona.

Even the comfort of the indoors is amplified and distinctly more appreciable in this lovely climate.

The tinkling of rain on tin roofs is a sound I’ve always loved and here I get to experience that every time it so much as sprinkles when I’m in Wanda. The sound is slightly different but just as enjoyable.

In retrospect, perhaps my adventures have been more introspective of late, but in Sacramento all it takes is a cold, rainy day to feel as if you’re somewhere special.