Holoday

The holidays represent every thing to every one. No limits. Kids expect Santa Claus. Jesus. Infinite presents. A friend of mine said let’s nor spend more than ten bucks on each other this year. I cheated and found a twenty dollar book for one friend at five bucks and then i spent five bucks of soap for my mom... plus an amazing ting carving of a mouse. Step dad peter gave every one a blank book. My uncle gave me a ruby. A fat ruby. Not as bloody red as i would have hoped... tinge of violet...but theres nothing wrong with rubies.

I read some other blogs over the season.

I’m stricken with my own self involvment.

My uncle is here for the holidays. He and my mom are working on his diaries from his imprisonment in afghanistan.. Makes for some interesting after dinner conversation.

he is a musician too. So we can talk that way. Basically i like him.. One year he gave me “claves made from the broken legs of a bar stool. And this year he gives a ruby.......times changfe and people change. But why do i feel so stuck?