We have snow here in Cincinnati, a nice blanket of snow a couple of inches thick. It’s the “nice” sort of snow which does not cling very tightly to the roads, melts from them fairly quickly, but leaves the rest of the land looking like an old Currier & Ives etching.
If it lasts, my first Hanukkah will be a White Hanukkah. Somehow, this doesn’t have the same ring as “White Christmas,” but then, Bing Crosby was Catholic, and rabidly so. That rabid brand of Catholicism isn’t as frequently seen as it used to be, especially in light of the revelations of all those priests’ crimes.
I do love the Hanukkah story — been one of my favorites since childhood, way long before thoughts of conversion. The mysterious light which lasts seven days longer than it possibly could have, or so they thought — concentrating on that helps get through the dark days. However, there are only a few more until the Winter Solstice when I can remind myself that the days are getting longer again.
Eddie the Cat and I wait patiently till it is time for me to coax him into the cat-carrier for his ride to the vegetarian. He has been losing weight and energy all of a sudden, which is majorly troubling. So, off to the Cat Vegetarian we will go for our checkup. Well, his.
white pebble 