Writing, Wine Bottles, and Christmas Lights

I started following a blog a few weeks ago about writing. A recent post from this blog suggested keeping a list of five things you’re grateful for each and every day. I read this right before Thanksgiving, which may have influenced my decision to give it a try. (Try it – it certainly brightens the bad days and acts as a culminating reflection on the good ones.) I don’t really think I’m enough of a writer to be following a professional writers blog, but one of my favorite aspects about blogging is that it’s somewhat anonymous; anonymous in the sense that we can reinvent and recreate ourselves and no one’s the wiser. When it all comes down to it, no one knows who I am or what I am; readers only know what writers choose to share, and who’s to say it’s all true?

My roommate, on the other hand, is an excellent writer and actually gets paid to write, which makes her not only a great writer, but also a professional. In addition to her superior command of the written word, she (let’s call her E) is also rather creative. E is lucky enough to have an equally creative boyfriend (we’ll call him T) who visited from Austin, Texas last week. Bored on a recent cold, gray day (also known as this past Monday) E and T decided to work some magic on house. Within a couple hours, they transformed our porch from a porch into easily the most festive porch I have since a music and arts festival this summer.

Wine Bottle Lights

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In E’s words, “These will look good in June, too, right?” I’d say so.

Snow Tires

First real snow of the season

As if the weather wanted to play a joke, we had our first real snow of the season last night. This is a joke because I had an appointment to get snow tires at 9:30 this morning. The unwritten rule has always been to get snow tires before Thanksgiving, which is tomorrow. It is also several days later than it was last year. I should have thought about that.

When I woke up at 4:30 this morning to the sound of a neighbor plowing his driveway, there were several inches of heavy, wet snow covering the earth. I went for a run once the day had really stated by an any sane clock and found that I was wearing way too much clothing (I have to remember from last year: When it’s in the 30s, leave the sweatshirt at home). Despite the excitement about snow, I confess that I was far from pleased with the slush falling from the trees throughout the run.

But, I’ll be the first to say it, winter is pretty. I have a bunch of winter photos and posts from by 365 Photos project last year. Take a look and enjoy the snow!

The Proof is in the Pudding, or How a Google Search Proves Just About Anything

I heard a radio interview this morning in which an insurance agent said that there can be an increased risk of fire during the month of December (which, newsflash, hasn’t started yet) from “candles around Christmas trees or holiday trees.”

There is no such thing as a holiday tree.

Let me show you. I performed a Google image search on three phrases:

Exhibit A: Christmas Tree

christmas tree

Exhibit B: Holiday Tree

holiday tree

Google, naturally, figured out what I was doing and helpfully offered Exhibit C: Holiday Tree vs. Christmas Tree

holiday tree vs christmas tree

I understand that people are trying to be politically correct, but talking about “holiday trees” means that we don’t understand a) our own religious traditions, b) that difference is important, or c) that not everyone needs to celebrate Christmas to be happy. People who celebrate Christmas put up Christmas trees. People who don’t celebrate Christmas don’t. It’s as simple as that.

Please, by all means, wish me a “Merry Christmas” in a store. That’s fine. You’re simply saying, “I wish you joy, I’m looking forward to my holiday, and I hope you feel the same.” Feel more comfortable with “Happy Holidays”? That’s fine, too. But please don’t think you’re being considerate by ignoring all of my religious traditions and assuming they must be the same as yours, or that I want them to be.

Political correctness has a time and place, but it should not lump everyone and everything together. Assuming everyone has the same traditions devalues difference. Difference is what made our world, and we need to acknowledge and respect it.

Photos, travels, musings, and ideas on education by a twenty-something teacher trying to make the world a better and more peaceful place