Winter arrived in the Northern Hemisphere at 4:20 Eastern this morning. On this shortest day of the year, all the twinkle lights strung on mantels, windows, trees and houses assure us there is light. I find comfort from the lights on my little table top tree.
Here at the 120 year old hotel where I live, housemates have been busy decorating for the season. The three story brick building built in 1902 has housed many creative folks. Some of the artist’s creations remain. It’s fascinating and funky.
Joseph, a musician and chef, has lived here for a couple of years is cooking a roast for Christmas Eve. Others will contribute to our potluck. I’ll do cheese fondue, leaving the two dogs I’m caring for a couple of hours for our gathering. Robert, the owner, 85 years old, loves it. He really loves when we all gather for food and community.
This year the hotel is adorned with a beautiful wreath made by our newest resident, Jean. Her artistic touches are much needed and welcomed.
I am thankful for yet another year living at the hotel. It has made for the perfect place for me to live. It’s affordable (very). Being a house/pet sitter, I don’t need to spend an outrageous amount for rent since I’m sleeping there probably 25% of the year.
I wanted to share some of our decorations to brightened your solstice day.
Names of housemates have been changed.
Happy Solstice
Frances
PS, PBS Newshour is doing a segment on family estrangement this Sunday. I was interviewed and will be on it.
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