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Krampusnacht is soon upon us so the fellow’s been on my mind lately. He and his chums inspired this one. Spo
“There’ll be scary ghost stories and tales of the glories of Christmases long time ago”
From the get go I was fascinated with ghoulies and ghosties and things that go bump in the night. As a boy Hallowe’en was quite satisfying for such creatures but on the other hand Christmas only had jolly old St. Nick whose worst action was giving you a lump of coal; he was a disappointment. Imagine my delight to discover in Europe they have a pantheon of Christmas creatures many of them quite disagreeable. The more I studied the matter the more came out of the woodwork. As I have aged I grow less interested in the ho ho hoing have a holly jolly holiday aspects and more interested in the dark ones. A lot of them are along the same line: do something or face the consequences. Most of the time it’s about being good but sometimes it’s more concrete like putting out porridge on Christmas Eve or the Tomtes will tear your house down. Get some new clothes or a giant malevant pussycat will come in the night and eat you – that sort of thing. I forget which but one of these bad boys will split you open and rip out your innards and replace them with straw.* As the wicked uncle I’ve subjected my niblings with such stories much to the horror of my brothers but the kids eat this stuff up (hey they are Spos too; we like monsters). SIL #3 tells me her kids now actually want clothes at Christmas so I am doing some good.
My late Mother made sure we went to church and had a creche with Baby Jesus and the reason of the season etc. I still do but He gets a little lost among the Krampus, TheYule Lads, Bloody Thomas, and the three Tomtes that bedeck the halls of La Casa de Spo at Christmas time. The trouble with these old time pagan Shadow entities is they can’t be easily white washed away. Mr. All- good-Santa Claus can’t help but have a Shadow which is The Krampus or The Grinch you take your pick. Best to have them co-exist. We can sing “Away in the Manger’ and put out our shoes for The Yules Lads. Just lock up the liquor they are mean drunks.
*I am anxious to remember in time who this is and what needs to be done to avoid such.
Patience above Lost Vegas is a noisy place. Saturday night here is quite busy and not for thems who enjoy quiet or personal zones. People here are either dressed like they just came in from shoveling the driveway or they are dressed scantily in high-priced (but not too much) garments. Happily our hotel room is spacious and quiet and the conference is far from the noise of the casino. Indeed the convention center is located in another time zone; I am glad I brought oh-so-practical shoes.
Outside the window of our room on the 31st floor is this large glowing ball of dubious origin. It puts the eye of Sauron to shame. It glows 24/7 and changes patterns in some sort of sinister code to signal the aliens or the lizard people or anyone who is thousands of miles away. I am not sure what it is for other than it serves as a night light. Someone plans to visit it this morning while I sit in conference. I advised him not to touch anything and please don’t return with wires in his head and talking like a Dalek.
If Someone returns unscathed and I survive today’s conference* we will have a nice dinner. As predicted everything here is pricey. Some of the more swanky places place outside their doorways menus but no prices, along the line ‘if you have to ask you can’t afford it”. We tend to play the age-old Midwestern game of not wanting to make the decision lest we look bossy or if the place bombs it is somehow the fault of the chooser:
What you would like?
Oh anything you choose
No you choose
OK how about Thai
No not Thai we ate that last week
How about Chinese
No
OK you choose
Oh anything
This can go on for hours.
As this is The Venetian there are several Italian-based restaurants ranging from pizza-by-the-slice in the food court to sit down with waiters in tuxedos with portraits of tyrannical looking international chefs hanging in the entrance. So you can imagine.
As for the conference, it’s to be determined. It’s the same folks who did the Ohio conference in October so there is some repetition. I am tempted to walk out before I freeze to death but I am determined to stay. I also don’t want to catch Someone in bed with an alien who followed him home from The Sphere. Oh the embarrassment. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas and this includes large glowing marbles.
*The lecture hall is cold as witch-breast and I am feeling like the Little Match Girl. Alas, Babylon! No amount of hot beverages help. Would I brought a sweater! Tomorrow I plan on bringing a jacket or the blanket from the bed and wrap myself burrito-style. Oh the pain.
Most years in early December I go to a medical conference held in Lost Vegas*. It is a relatively inexpensive way to get some needed CME (continuing medical education) credits. The one I attended in Ohio and this one get me enough points for the year. When I say Lost Vegas is less expensive to other locales I mean I don’t have to buy a plane ticket. LV is not cheap by a long shot. In my younger days these away conferences were tax-deductible but those were happier times. We still have to spend money on a hotel and food and unnecessary plastic objects.
This boondoggle is at The Venetian. I’ve walked through it but never stayed in it. It looks rawther too much. Not that it mattersas I am in conference all day long. Someone – who hasn’t had a proper holiday in years – I hope will enjoy the room and resort.
I do not gamble for I am a sore loser. Someone enjoys gambling and his approach to it is a good one. He sees his daily allowance to gamble as the price he is willing to pay for the entertainment and when that runs out that’s that. If he wins so much the better. He usually comes back from the blackjack tables with a few lurid stories of people being stupid.** He finds slot machines boring (as do I) although it is amusing to see the little old ladies with their walkers and go-carts working several slots at the same time while on portable oxygen “that’s my machine!” said in husky voices when you fail to stay out of their way.
The lectures will provide ‘free’ breakfasts and lunches but after school lets out there is the matter of dinner. Do we eat ‘well’ or go for cheap? Cheap means driving off the strip io the strip malls and driver-throughs. “Well” means eating in the resort. I assume The Venetian has some proper Italian-based restaurants. The Midwest in me bristles at paying forty dollars for a plate of pasta. I think I will leave this decision to Someone what he wants. After all he’s been cooped up in a hotel room or wandering the halls like a lost child all day long.
If anyone knows of some good eats in Vegas please tell me so in the comments.
Then there is the matter of booze. Someone proposed it be a BYOB weekend (we have heaps). Whether we swill in the hotel room or buy outrageously priced cocktails on the strip I can’t get too soused as it is a school night.
We haven’t talked about taking in any shows. I have a vague memory Someone investigated the evening entertainment and found the various Cirque du Soliel shows horribly priced so no good. The disappointment is unfounded as the both of us tend to want to go to bed at 8PM these days. Talk about party poops! Surrounded by glamour all we want is sleep.
Anyway it’s time to pack the pills and the shaving kit and what books are being read at the moment and load up the car and off to Sin City. I have plenty of podcasts to hear although Someone like Sirius radio. I daresay I will sleep most of the way; let us hope so.
*Due to my stammer or something my dictation device at work often misspells things. For example the medication Seroquel is transcribed as Sarah’s quill. Most of the time I can get this fixed. However one I keep: no matter how I try to enunciate Las Vegas it gets written out as Lost Vegas. I think this charming and more accurate so it stays. I usually avoid the words by writing “patient next month is going to Nevada”.
**A common tale is someone at the table playing badly and ruining things for the others who are deadly serious in their gaming. There are ructions but no hand-to-hand combat.
Patience above! The Best Medical Assistant is away this week and it’s been hectic. I’ve taken over some of her work, doing the prescriptions that continually come by phone calls and faxes like “I love Lucy’ chocolates on a conveyor belt. Several staff members (all well over four feet) have taken over some of her tasks as well but it all isn’t organized as to who does what. Oh the pain. As a consequence I am working longer hours than usual and haven’t had time to write a proper entry, worse luck.
Not to be worrying! Someone and I drive to Lost Vegas tomorrow and I should have plenty of time to write entries.
Today is International AIDS day. I pause this day to remember the patients and friends who have died over the decades. I worry they will be forgotten; over the years it takes me more time to remember some of them. Nowadays when I have a patient with HIV he more or less lists it in his medical section as a chronic illness no more emotional than having high cholesterol or blood pressure. What progress! However this doesn’t mean ‘it’s over”; there’s work to be done. The dead will be remembered and the living will strive for better treatments until it’s beat.
What’s top of my mind: Work. There still isn’t a new Boss; if The Overlords are actively looking for one they haven’t told me. This week the current incarnation of The Best Medical Assistant took a sudden PTO and there doesn’t seem to be a clear ‘who does her job’ so I am sort of doing some of her work myself. It is quite messy. I have a terrible intuition The BMA isn’t just taking time off but looking for employment elsewhere. If she goes I am sans Boss sans Secretary and who know what’s next. The problem of not being in the know is it is easy to project onto the black box the worse-case scenario which a quick closure of shop.
Where I’ve been:Nowhere. For the past week I’ve been in my own private Idaho at home and at work too as it seems none of the counselors are working nowadays – at least not at the office.
Where I’m going:Lost Vegas. This weekend Someone and I drive to Lost Vegas for a medical conference. Neither one of us is wowed by the place but it is a nearby-enough to drive to. This is Someone’s first break from work in so long I don’t remember when last he had one. While I am pow-wowing with my fellow wizards Someone can see the sights and gamble a bit. Chances are he will sleep a lot and probably work on line some. We are staying at The Venetian so you can imagine.
Anyone stay at The Venetian? Any tips of good eats in Lost Vegas?
What I’m watching: Ivar Gunnerson. Every year Mr. Gunnerson of Icelandic fame does an advent calendar consisting of chili-infused treats some of them rawther hot. It ain’t Advent until Mr. Gunnerson chocks and tears up on some sweeties.
When I went to Duck Duck Go to find a photo of Mr. Gunnerson lo! The first photo in the search engine links to….. Spo-reflections! And it’s a World of mine Wednesday’s Ws entry! If Mr. G find out he will think me a hrollvekjandi manneskja (a creep).
What I’m reading:Hogfather. Yes yes yes and finally! I’ve been holding off reading the next installment of Mr. Prachett’s “Discworld’ series until now as this one is set at their equivalent time of Christmas. The Hogfather has gone missing so Death takes on the duty of the jolly old hog while Death’s granddaughter Susan tries to find what happened to him. I’ve heard tell it is one if the better books in the series. For thems not going to read this book/series* here is the best quote from the book:
What I’m listening to:The Messiah. I enjoy Christmas music (still) and Herr Handel’s oratorio is one I like to play early in the season. It heralds the start of the Christmas season for me. It’s like a train on an open track and I know every note every stop every junction along they way until it rolls majestically into the station. By mid-December I am done with it.
What I’m eating: Leftovers (still). We are running out of clever ways to use up the Thanksgiving leftovers. Someone got wind of a recipe for placing stuffing into the waffle iron to make a sort of ersatz waffle but rather than maple syrup you use gravy. So far this hasn’t worked out but we have plenty whith which to experiment. The other day we ordered Pei Wei as were were tired of savory and wanted something with some heat.
Who needs a good slap: Wordpress. Some villain at WP is messing with the comments again. About two days ago there was another outrage along the line of options to insert paragraph or other items resulting in more mess – a prime example of Verschlimmbesserung. I hope Hugh (or someone like him) can explain what to do about this.
On my 1-5 scale, I give WordPress four slaps.
Who gets a fist bump: The local ACE Hardware. Down the road is a Home Depot but further down the road is ACE Hardware. As soon as I walk into the place someone greets me. When I paused looking bewildered the man behind the paint center asked what was I looking for. I said so and rather than pointing he got up and took me there. The lady at the register asked me ‘do you have an account with us sir?” She looked me up and then said ‘I found you Mr. Spo (not using my first name)” It may be further away and more expensive but the friendly courteous service (compared to soulless Home Depot) gets my patronage.
What I’m planning:Outside lights. The street to the north has houses covered with bright lights and inflatable yard decorations** while my street looks like Lent. Last year in a sale I over estimated the amount of strands needed to fill the tree, so I have lots. I think I will put some outside on the bushes. I wonder what makes the neighbors talk more: the over-the-top Halloween decorations or the lack of Christmas decor.
Do you put out lights or displays at Christmas time?
What’s making me smile: Heat. It’s cold enough at night now to feel the chill but not cold enough for a couple of cheapskates to turn on the heat. So, I turn on the little space heater and bundle up in my white robe looking like Thomas Covenant the Unbeliever (albeit with more fingers) and get under the blankets and comforters curled up with dog (for warmth) and a good book. What more does one need really?
Have you turned on the heat yet where you live?
*Understood but it is pistols at dawn and I won’t need any backups.
**My father used to call the way-too-much on the roof/lawn Christmas displays “Whorehouse decor”. We kids never got the explanation why or how he would know.
I ask each new patient in their evaluation in the social section whom do they have as a social support: friends, family, neighbors, chums that sort of thing.* Patients often say yes but then I need to expand on this. Do they at least one close friend someone they can confide in. The answer is often ‘no’ or “I don’t confide” (their current problems or condition).
Studies support and most would agree having friends is vital to well-being. Friends are correlated to long life and to meaningful life as well. There is some trouble defining what constitutes being a friend. There are various sorts. Long-time Spo-fans may recall I when I lived in Chicago I had a friend Jerry with whom I went apple picking every autumn. We didn’t do much otherwise and he wasn’t someone I’d call at other times of the year. He was a ‘friend for a reason’. Then there are friends ‘for a season’ viz. put together for a limited time and situation. These can be ‘close’ but when the scenario comes to a close so does the friendship.
In my first time with a new patient I have to be succinct with my questions. To get a feel about their support network I ask “do you have someone you could call in the middle of the night if you were in trouble?” I don’t have great data to support this question’s worth but with it I get the gist if the patient has someone dear in their life with whom they can trust and be intimate.
The friends you play bridge with or see on Fridays at happy hour have their merits. But what makes a ‘good friend’? For fun, think about thems in your life you would count as friends. Now, apply the following to this group:
#1. Do you have someone you could call in the night if you were in trouble?
#2. Do you have a friend(s) who like the idiot in you? They like or at least put up with your nonsense and foibles?
#3. Can you discuss with somebody your true insecurities and complexities about things?
#4. To whom might you turn if you were disgraced; who will still find you worthy of affection and kindness despite your shenanigans and blunders?
The four questions have in common intimacy viz. can you open up warts and all to someone who will listen, support, and not laugh nor run, nor exploit?*
Getting folks to develop new friendships is no small task. Most would like this but haven’t a clue how to go about doing this or where to start. It isn’t an easy task. Friendships need time and effort to develop. I try to get my patients to start with ‘friends for a reason’ or ‘friends for a season’ such as a project or a club or a society. Going to church is a good one if they are inclined to do so.
Some of them may try to expand an already existing friendship with unspoken boundaries into something more but this is uncomfortable and daring because it means changing the rules. To open up in the middle of the poker game is awkward and risky to see if others are willing or wanting to be go onto a different friendship level. Whenever we try there could be rejection.
I hope in 2024 to develop better friendships – not more per se but deepen some of the connections I have already. I hope this works out.
Tell my about a close friend of yours. If you don’t have one tell me about a friend in context of an activity.
*After this question I ask another: are you lonely? This isn’t as correlated to having friends as you would think. One can have lots of friends but none of them ‘close’ or comfortable to be wholly your self.
**When I apply these questions to my list of friends many fill the criteria for close friends. Interesting! Many I have not tried with #1 and #4 but I believe they would if I needed them. Question #2 almost defines my pals. Who but a friend would stay around me with my humming-bird brain ways?
In the movie “Life of Brian” someone mishears The Sermon on the Mount’s ‘blessed are the peacemakers’ as ‘blessed are the cheesemakers’:
“Spectator I: I think it was “Blessed are the cheesemakers”.
Mrs. Gregory: What’s so special about the cheesemakers?
Gregory: Well obviously it’s not meant to be taken literally; it refers to any manufacturers of dairy products.”
I have this tip in my hip pocket as I have never heard of WhatsApp group chat let along mute or left one. Like Mr. Gregory I think #80 is supposed to mean social media chat groups in general.
It’s been decades since I was in group chats on AOL (remember them?). What I remember is everybody was talking at once and it was hard to follow trains of thought. No matter what the theme of the group was there was someone being a know-it-all bossy-boots and there was someone else apparently there just to make mischief by being invidious. In hindsight it was a huge time-suck without merit. Not too long ago I was with the Twitter or the X or The Elon Musk World or whatever it’s called nowadays reexperiencing the AOL group chat dynamics minus its charms. I am a few apolitical groups on The Book of Faces but I never post anything. They are easy to glimpse at the photos and the memes, smile a bit, and pass over them hoping to find an actual post from a friend.*
I have not visited The Reddit so I don’t know what I am talking about but it’s my understanding Reddit takes group chat further by having its contents moved up and down depending on the voting. I imagine someone Discord-like lobbing a golden apple onto the platform just to see it fought over and bounced up and down, hopefully with less consequence than the Trojan War.
Lord only knows what monstrosities lurks on WhatsApp group chats it is singled out specifically.
It seems more people are connecting the dots being online is a morass of endless gunge in which time is wasted and no one enlightened – or am I wrong on this? I haven’t heard FB or WhatsApp or TockTick going under although X/Twitter there are rumors of its pending demise.
Tips 1-80 have a general theme to get rid of the rubbish and spend more time on things of value like friends and quiet times and watching Marx Brothers movies. Don’t mute the things, get rid of them. You won’t miss anything important and it feels quite nice after awhile to have time again.
Are you in group chats? Do you enjoy them? Are they worthwhile? Am I right about Reddit?
The Elantra is back in the shop; this is the fourth time in a month. This time it was NOT the engine light but a call from the agent to convey worry they found a large puddle of something where the car was parked overnight; they suggested I bring it in. It turns out there is a leak in the cooler fluid. I asked if this had anything to due with the recent repairs. No, in his opinion this was an independent malady. 500$ more to fix this one. Oh the pain.* I have lost track how much we’ve shelled out recently for this vehicle. On the positive they gave me a Prussian Blue rental (gratis) until the damned thing is repaired. Happily we have the money but it looks like no proper vacations in 2024.
I am pleased as Punch to report the annual post-Thanksgiving turkey soup is a success. It gives me hope I might be able to pull off some nice Christmas cooking whatever that may be. I like to make at least one cookie I’ve not done before so it’s time to start looking in all the cookbooks for something scrumptious.
Yesterday was the UM vs. OSU game. I know this because friends and family all texted me afterwards. I slept through it. UM won which was nice for Brothers #3 and #4 who attended the thing.
Patience above! Brother #4 is donning whiskers! What would our late Mother say?
Brother #3 sat next to this fine fellow.
It was about the same time yesterday I realized I had done the usual Sunday chores and it was Saturday. This gives me today with little to do. What a delicious thought! Perhaps I will start thinking what to do for Someone for Christmas. I am one who frets seeing Christmas things prior to Thanksgiving only to fret the day after I haven’t done anything for Christmas. Often at Christmas I get him a good bottle of gin. If Spo-fans know of an exquisite one no rubbish type I would be grateful to hear about it.
Since I have some time today I think I will wait for The Muses (or someone like them) to inspire me to write a proper blog entry that isn’t just random thoughts and ho-hum events there’s been too much of that lately here – or so I am told by the You-know-who. They’re a bit touchy as their cousins the thirteen Yule Lads plan to visit to organize some sort of project up to no good that’s certain. It’s an opportunity to write something profound as they will be distracted playing host. If you all have any ideas (besides the gin) I would be open to suggestions.
*Of course he may be lying but I have decided to believe otherwise. He was quite glum and contrite to see me back again. Old cars are like old people: constantly having to go to the doctor for yet another problem.
The Friday after Thanksgiving is a quiet day. Someone is usually working and I am not so I have the house to myself.* Sooner I’d eat rats at Tewkesbury than step outside into traffic let alone into the stores so I stay put. It feels like a ‘nothing day’ in which I can do anything or nothing. Mostly I ‘keep it sweet’ and little is done – a day wasted as it were. It feels nice.
With that said there are a few there’s-work-to-be-done chores. Someone is actually home today** so we soon leave to go pick up The Elantra for the third time from the shop. So far as I can tell the mechanic didn’t fix the engine light matter 100% so when the light came on again for the third time all it took was a few items to complete the job that should have been concluded in the first place. The agent at the shop was quite contrite and apologized profusely and there is no charge. Rather than being truculent about it all I took the ‘hey things happen’ for which he was grateful.
Speaking of bungles, my monthly delivery of meds didn’t arrive on Wednesday as scheduled. The agent kept calling throughout the day to say the ETA was again delayed until it wasn’t going to happen and when to reschedule. With each call the agent crescendoed into hysterics near tears in her grief. This was rescheduled for today with another ‘hey things happen’ approach rather than being nasty about it. I am not caught with my pants down as it were. They always want to ship early so I have several days of meds.
I don’t know what Someone is planning for today but for me it is Turkey Soup Day. We made a 12lb bird yesterday and barely touched it (Someone had a slice of the breast and I ate a leg). I’ll take off most of the meat using the Ann Marie Warrior Queen Memorial electric knife to get the carcass clean and into the pot it goes with a series of chopped vegetables etc. Turkey Soup is one of the few things I make sans recipe (that means without). I’ve learned to be niggardly with the seasonings (already on the bird) and generous with the vegetables (I like vegetables). I make enough to serve a downtown soup kitchen but it goes in the freezer – labelled this time as frozen bags look all alike.
It’s all rawther tiring so a nap will entail; when in doubt get horizontal.
Later today I will read blogs to find out how everyone is doing I hope all is well in your parts of the world.
Tell me if you make turkey soup and have you any tips?
*This week I learned ever since the place was bought by The Overlords today is NOT a day off. Stirges. None of the clinicians are working but the staff in theory have to be there doing – what? I think they are all taking PTO time.
**Usually there is a weekend long car show of sorts which includes Thanksgiving. I think it daft to go look at cars on Thanksgiving. Apparently more have come to their senses as attendance is down to the point it was canceled. Someone says the tickets kept going up and the cars became fewer and people now look at cars on line.
The Lovely Neighbor called us this morning (forgetting she is on the east coast) to wish us a happy Thanksgiving. We miss the dinners when she would invite us and anyone else in the neighborhood over for the day. She is hosting twenty today; Brother #3 is hosting thirty. At La Casa de Spo it is just the two of us. I am cooking the turkey using a method I saw on The Tube of Yous that involves cooking the bird on the stove top for a while to jump start the underside dark meat before putting it into the oven to do the white meat. Fingers crossed. Someone is made cornbread stuffing while I prepared the dough for the dinner rolls. A few times while running around the kitchen we almost reenacted “The Cell Block Tango” then he ran into my knife; he ran into my knife ten times. Mercifully there was no shooting.
I am also making the gravy using the pan drippings and the aromatic vegetables used to prop up the turkey. From this I will make a roux and add enough stock until smooth and glossy. If this is a bungle we have as backup two jars of gravy to heat in the microwave.
Last night made a ground cranberry/orange relish with minimal sugar and not too much cinnamon like last year. It tastes good and I have enough to feed a family for a fortnight.
Once a year we get out some of the several china patterns none which have seen daylight since last Thanksgiving. This year we are using Someone’s ‘India” pattern. The water and wine goblets are rawther dusty and need cleaning. Because of the rolls we get to use the bread and butter plates. It’s amazing that once upon a time people were so serious about having all the elements of a china pattern. Does anyone do this any more I wonder?
I ask you: what’s a holiday without sugar and booze? Someone made a pumpkin pie. I plan to get out one or two of the ‘good’ bottles of whisky/scotch for a much wanted snort. We like Gewurtztraminer with dinner. I think there are some cordials for the pie.
We may see the new “Napoleon” movie* although sitting through a 2.5 hour movie on a full stomach sounds like the death knell. Better do that tomorrow or Saturday.
While cooking and trying not to stab each other we called a few friends to wish them Happy Thanksgiving. I texted a lot of people as well. I wrote:
“On this day of thanks I thank you for being part of my life”
I advice you to do likewise: directly tell your loved ones today how thankful you are for having them.
And I thank you, my Spo-fans and my blogger-buddies, for being part of my life. Hugs.
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