Yesterday I nosed around iTunes. I was looking for a Mantovani album of Christmas music which my mother used to play in the 1950s when our family lived in Washington, DC. I found it. Mother played the LP year after year at Christmas for as long as I can remember. This afternoon after my bike ride I listened to the downloaded electronic version once again. So familiar am I with the album that I was able to predict the successive tunes. Each one put me in a state of reminiscent reverie, whether of the thickly carpeted den in Washington, the blazing Vermont casting in the house in Almonte or a wintry view of the back yard, the image of a glittering Christmas card or a scene from "A Christmas Carol". The effect was utter tranquillity and admittedly rather gushy. Earlier in the week I listened to Eugene Ormandy's rendition of Handel's Messiah with the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. All of which reaffirms that for me music at Christmas is paramount though I shall soon be saturated with these sentimental memories.
Earlier this morning I searched the web and found a pleasing image to use for an electronic New Year's card which I sent to over one hundred people. Though generally I disapprove of mass mailings and "blind Ccs" the simplicity of the message appeared to fulfill its intended purpose; namely, just remembering people "at this time of year". We heard back from many, many people some of whom sent along their own Christmas story.
Subsequently this evening we FaceTimed with our vagabond friends in Canada where they are only momentarily perched before heading south again to the Caribbean, Siesta Key, the South Pacific and ultimately Africa. We feel positively sedate by comparison! I am however content to contemplate mere domestic obligations - including one medical attendance further afield - over the next few weeks before leaving for Key West. Before long New Year's Eve will be but a dim recollection.