South of here in Burlington, a lad saves his chicken. Flood waters have calmed a bit, more to come on Monday , is the forecast. Lots of property damage but no one died. So I guess that is a win.
The difference between an altar and a shrine is that an altar is more organic, a sort of work surface to bring remembrances to the altar-ed honoree.
This is for Thomas Brown, just thinking about him and piling on stuff that he might like. It will change day to day as I get used to the idea that he died.
The idea of altars is soothing I find. I tried to find cat food that Thomas might like but it all looked horrible. Sarah feeds her cats envelopes of fresh bits, expensive kitty food and I am sure they appreciate it...Thomas died anyway.
My friend, my hedonist friend, reckons that nothing will keep you alive, accidents happen , as soon as one is born one is trying to get killed just by living SOOO live how you like, Eat Drink and be fat if you want to. It just does not matter. I heard a story ; A wholesome disciplined man , work and no play, trying to get in good with the big sky guy- rather suddenly, found himself dead. He walked up to the big sky guy thinking that he would get in , no problem, he had led an exemplary life, denying pleasure and frivolity- excited and anxious , finally it all will have paid off- "so, where do I go?" he asked the sky guy- SG said, " I will tell you in a minute but first I have a question for you....Did you enjoy heaven?"
Oh oops,
The orphans have been busy playing at christmas. The neighbor brought over a box of delicious baked goodies . Everyone was delighted and in the mood for a good nosh! "Lets just say that Santa already arrived and ate all of the cookies that he wanted and now we get the rest!"
Rum balls, almond biscotti, chocolate biscotti, baklava, walnut butterscotch bars...And Toblerone! "Let's eat all of it! This is heaven! Decorate the tree first with what ever we can find in the drawer."..
Then everyone went to bed feeling less like heaven . It is the dawning of the age of gluttony! Let the festivities begin.
Your decorated altar and tribute to Thomas is touching. Loss of a much-loved pet is always hard. Thomas will be remembered.
ReplyDeleteFor me, the holidays are not time for caution. The festive season means lots of great desert, chocolate and everything sweet, creamy and delectable.
I say, let's go full decadence mode.
Enjoy the holidays my friend.
Thank you, there will be much enjoyment even If I have to do it all myself! Some folks, when offered something fabulously decadent will say "Oh no, I shouldn't".. well. that's just great- I will stuff whatever it is in my gob and claim it is the best thing ever EVER! and walk away. Live, I say! No one ever cheats death, not really.
DeleteI would save the chicken too if I had to, I like eggs! Nice to see the orphans enjoying Christmas.
ReplyDeleteeveryday is Christmas for them. Chickens do not do well in water good thing it is to have a kayak just in case. Better get one!
DeleteThat box of biscuits looks enviable. Our xmas will not likely include such delights but we might manage to roast some wild pork, consume it with fresh peas and new spuds from our garden, wash it down with Marlborough wine, sleep it off and go dor a swim in the sea.
ReplyDeleteTHAT is the perfect Christmas I reckon! I would love to swim in the sea- up here a person lasts five minutes max, in the sea, The Salish sea 's Temperature is 7 C in winter.
DeleteLinda Sue- I am so sorry to tell you that I've not made fruitcake this year. I just haven't felt motivated. Now, of course, I am wishing I had.
ReplyDeleteNext year. Most likely.
Looks like you've got some decent treats at hand anyway.
Great altar, by the way.
Well, Miss Mary, there is nothing in this world quite as delicious as your fruit cake! God knows I do not need any more calories to add to my girth. I appreciate the thought though. I will remember your fruit cake till the day I die- you have added that to my most treasured collection of memories. Aware that you had not gotten involved in the making of fruit cake this year, I have order one from somewhere...It will not be as good . The orphans ate everything in the goodie box.
DeleteLove the altar to Thomas and an excellent box of goodies.
ReplyDeleteDeliciousness and it came in an elf box that opens at the belt, so clever!
DeleteWas tha baklava homemade? Fabulous assortment of treats . A friend in IL is married to an immigrant Armenian who makes baklava and I am jealous.
ReplyDeleteYou created a fine altar for Thomas, it seems extra hard to lose a loved one at this time of year. Stay warm and look for sunshine! JanF
Hi Jan! yes it was home made and delicious! Dear little thomas was a fine fellow. Sarah's baby!
DeleteLook for sunshine- oh yes, I saw a peek of something that resembled it yesterday for about five minutes! HOPE in the sky!
I love every single thing in this post. The altar to Thomas Brown is perfection. The goodies look good and I'm so glad that guy saved his chicken. Big smiles this morning!
ReplyDeleteA chicken saved is breakfast for the next month or two! Sweet photo. The delights in the box are gone now..- quiet PIGGY, quiet!
DeleteAltars change- not sure what to give Thomas for the new year. Ghost catnip and a feather...
Rest In Peace, Thomas Brown. The alter is a beaut.
ReplyDeleteThe gluttonous orphans and a cheeseball eaten like an apple! 'tis the season!
doesn't the bibbel say something about thou shalt not glut? Easily broken thou shalt not during this season- there is not much else bringing joy.
DeleteThomas Brown's altar, what a fitting memorial to a one of a kind furbag. RIP Thomas.
ReplyDeleteThomas loved life with Sarah..a lot.
DeletePretty sure he did not bargain for such a short one. Dammit.
I want to die, too, like Thomas Brown-/just for the pleasure of getting such an enviable altar made by you!
ReplyDeleteBut not yet.
I would have an altar for you- an alive one !
DeletePS. The seven deadly sins – – all exemplified by our current fearless leader…
ReplyDeleteGluttony
lust
Anger
covetousness
envy
pride
sloth
No Heaven.
It is what you do with the gift I guess. The Orange deranged nazi fascist lascivious monster seventh grader trump could do nothing but be who he is, heaven or not...I wonder if he has ever appreciated bird song or bare feet in a creek. No, I don't really wonder. he is incapable.
DeleteWould he even rescue a chicken, if one was in danger of drowning?
DeleteI wonder…. Kind of hard to imagine him being kind!
But surely sometimes when he was little…
doubt it- icy cold stupid mother and a mean cruel dad. He was fucked right out of the gate!
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