Joy Unconfined

The holiday season version. Cover: Christmas Greetings First page: To Glen Hanneman From Otto Herman Fred and Ernest Neff Interior: Merry Christmas. If all the things I wish for you, If all the Christmas gifts, could be Placed side by side in one long line, They’d pave the way ‘twixt you and me!

Jittery. Unable to sit still. Even more fractured attention span. Can’t control thoughts or the directions they take. And I have NOTHING compelling enough to capture all this energy and channel it until it’s spent. I guess I’ll spend my day spiraling out of control. Yeah. That’s all I need.

I used to know. Turns out that what I “knew” was based on false data. So I wonder.

The Holiday Season version. With loads of Good Wishes For Your Christmas Fresno Cal Dec. 20, ’20 “Hol!Ho, Ha.” Old Jolly Santa – Claus wants to see you all at Grand Pa’s Kissling house on Christmas Eve. Yours Truly. Santa sent Granddad a post card! How festive and fun!

47.53452% – Super Geek Skewed, because I’m a chick. Well, last time I looked. According to the website, “The Male:Female ratio of geeks is 10:1. Therefore a 1% advantage is fair.” Ok, and I was in band and stuff. And I like to read. A lot. Of different things. And I like to wear black. [...]

is to think of as many songs as you can that have lyrics that contain the word “joy” in them. Why? Because… well, my name is Joy. And it’s that time of year… where everywhere I go I see my name screaming at me from store windows, billboards, church signs, and junk mail, and… at [...]

Apparently.

Inconvenience is a problem. It’s my own damned fault. I probably should NOT have been on the skateboard. But I was bonding with the podling. In the car (which she had to start and put in gear for me), on the way to the hospital, I remarked to her that the first thing I would [...]

I know. They’re not valentines over these few weeks. Still… for the sake of continuity and categorizing, these posts remain titled so… after all, they all came from the same red tin box that once housed a Hostess House Fruit Cake. I wish I knew who this was from. Still, here’s the letter. Dear ones [...]