Dickson St. Bookshop

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars . . .

— Jack Kerouac

Shop Local

This year, instead of hitting the local malls and fighting the crowds and listening to piped in Christmas music, I've decided to shop as much as I can in the local shops in the area for Christmas gifts, and what I can't find locally, I will order on line. Much of the stress and anxiety I feel this time of year comes from the crowds and the "plastic-ness" of malls and Walmarts and Targets. They somehow make this magical season less magical to me. 

Saturday, Fayetteville was the home of countless craft fairs and markets and Meghan and I hit nearly all of them, running into old friends and making new ones. It was beautiful weather, people were out and about, everyone was smiling and helpful and we walked away ready for Christmas. There was no stress, no traffic, no anxiety and no piped in Christmas music. It was a wonderful way to spend a December afternoon.

And I may've treated myself to a beautiful little hand made mug and wooden spoon. Consider it a Christmas gift to myself. 

Rainy Day Play

The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So we sat in the house. All that cold, cold, wet day.
— Dr. Suess, from The Cat in the Hat

Yes, it rained and it was cold and overcast and dreary all day.

So I played with my lights in the morning and in the afternoon, I taught myself how to use the interval timer on my camera while I rode my 30 minutes on our new Peloton bike that David and I treated ourselves to for our 28th wedding anniversary this past Saturday.

Look at me!
Look at me!
Look at me NOW!
It is fun to have fun
But you have to know how.
— Dr. Suess, from The Cat in the Hat