Waxing Poetic – A Case for The Chronicles of Zee & Zoey
I slept in this morning for the first time in months and woke up with the instant urge to wax poetic from my soapbox. We traveled quite a distance yesterday for Thanksgiving dinner with the family, and it appeared somewhere between the turkey and the coffee, that Christmas had already begun. As we drove home in the dark and entered our neighborhood, it was already ablaze with the jarring commercialism of Christmas lights. Now, mind you, I love Christmas and I love the lights, but can’t I even digest my dinner before a new holiday begins?
Exhausted from the day, instead of going to the computer like I normally do, I crashed on the couch with Dan and the kitties to relax from a wonderful, but weary day. Rather than feel the peaceful calm I was hoping for, I was bombarded with non-stop ugly and loud commercials telling me to go stand in line to be the first one let in for the trampling of crazed people looking to buy a TV at 40% off at midnight. Geesh…. Not only did I not feel compelled to fall into the frenzy of possessed shoppers, I became stronger in my mindset that we need to do a serious rewind to days gone past in our lives. Read more