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A story about my children, Mental Health, and me

Yes, that's correct grammar, it's "mental health and me" where "me" is the answer to "who"? Unsophisticated people know that "You and I" as subjects is correct whereas they use the "I" inappropriately as object and think they are correct. Just a little rant about a pet peeve. I've been corrected by people for using "me" correctly.

I didn't race last fall after all. My son passed away the end of September 2012 and we held a memorial the day of the race. He had very aggressive esophageal/stomach cancer which claimed him in a few months. He left behind friends, family, a partner to grieve, and a son. As well as wonderful memories which can never be replaced by anyone else in this world.

He was the closest to me of my children, a caring, kind, strong man of 44 years with an off the wall sense of humor. I miss him very much. My daughter and he were very close, thrown together by years of my emotional neglect when I was ill when they were growing up, and they relied on each other; mostly my son took the brunt of it as he was the elder.

I wrote a book about schizophrenia called The Insanity Machine, co-authored with Austin Mardon, PhD, who contributed his part via a couple of interviews with him. It's on eBook and in print now, available on Amazon, B&N and other venues. You could also get a signed copy by getting in touch with me at kennam [at] shaw [dot] ca.

I've asked Authors for a Cause to publish a book of short stories which I'm dedicating to my son, Steve Wild. He was into science fiction, robots, computers, reading and working on his blog, and helping those closest to him with their techie problems. When I was ill 22 years ago he took care of things at home.

I have another son, a fine young man of 50 years, who was born out of wedlock when I was 17. I gave him up for adoption at birth and he found me on February 14, 2001. He was raised by a good Mormon family and is very devout. We talk every week and see one another approximately once or twice a year. He lives about six hours south of here in a small town in southern Alberta.

My daughter is strong and brave. I spent Christmas with her this year and we spent two days and two nights on a float house on Quadra Island just off Vancouver Island. She lives in Vancouver in a cute two bedroom condo and works as a communications consultant and website specialist. She loves to travel and worked at the Olympics 2010 in Vancouver and in London in 2012 with the broadcasters. She also has an off the wall sense of humor.

I wonder where they got their sense of humor?

Below is the trailer for my published book, SpaceHive, also available on Amazon and B&N, etc, as well as Chapters Westside here in Edmonton. Enjoy. It's for kids of all ages and is dedicated to my three children and also my three grandsons, the little brats who don't call me, but I love them just the same as love is a mirror and what you give you get back eventually. I believe that.

Enjoy the video, kids of all ages.

SCHIZOPHRENIA SOCIETY OF ALBERTA "WALK AND RUN"

I'm walking 2.5 km (a pittance, I know!) in the annual SSA "Walk and Run" at Rundle Park here in Edmonton on Saturday, September 22, 2012.

Please consider donating an amount of your choice on-line to this worthwhile cause. A receipt will be issued for $20 or more.

It should be a fun day. I'm looking forward to it. Won't you join me, those who can? I'll keep you updated on my journey.

So far I have $45 in donations and my goal is $300. I haven't started asking for pledges yet on a pledge sheet off-line.

The SSA has offered their assistance in fundraising and are giving out free purple hair dye for participants.  

Purple is their color, I think because of their flower the iris, which is adopted by the Canadian Schizophrenia Society because of Vincent Van Gogh's famous painting.

Some people think Vincent was schizophrenic. Also some people think Ernest Hemingway was schizophrenic or bipolar.

Many famous people may have had mental health problems, and I question whether their illnesses made them more creative and interesting people. Now anyone different or with behavioral concerns is set apart and a label given. I wonder if that is wise.

There seems to be a spectrum now of disorders, and I would question whether anyone really is normal.

Want to bet I can walk it? I'll jog, too, if I reach my goal of $300!!!

I'll be back with further updates. Comments are welcome. Would anyone like to join me, at least virtually, on this walk?

IT'S A WONDERFUL WORLD

Credit to Louis Armstrong for the ♫ ♫ ♫ song. It is a wonderful world, GO BUCKEYES, GO INDIANS!!!!

I wait for the next letter or phone call to set me free.

No, I amend that, I AM free. I wait for the next letter or phone call which will be wonderful I'm sure and if it doesn't make me happy, that's MY fault. I had loads of good friends when I first became ill, and now I'm normal and can help others heal.

Which might or might not be necessary, but I'm up for it.

Let the healing begin on all sides and to both parties and all parties.

Never forget to have fun, too. Heal and have fun. And love.

Enough is too much

I'm not doing anymore than I've done already to advocate. A letter to the editor of my daily newspaper, this blog, and what I've shared on My Fitness Pal, Facebook and Twitter is enough for now. I'll reassess later.

My good friends are happy for me and that's a treat. I've had dysfunctional friends in the past who certainly should have been left behind and are.

I want to address one other question, speaking of dysfunctional friends, there was 22 years ago a gay woman who drank too much and raised two grandchildren with the help of Social Assistance; they were children of her daughter, a prostitute. I tried to help that woman and her 11-year-old daughter and regret it very much. My one big fear is that she will come back in my life. Her name was Karen, and there are other dysfunctional people in my life whom I have left behind long ago. My daughter was neglected in favor of this woman and her daughter, and my other friends at the time, and my only excuse is my illness.

My name is quite public now in newspapers and magazines, and now a couple of books, and it isn't uncommon for vipers to latch onto public figures.

My father always said, "I refuse to let them make me live in fear."

My only recourse is to be honest and open, and avoid those emotional vampires from my past who would bring me down.

But that's enough about history.

Life goes on. I hope to continue with the good graces of friends and family, God and man.

I'm very fortunate to have good physical health. Now as I enter my 68th year in October, it's important to keep a good attitude as might I say, my friend Judi in Michigan displays, a woman who survived surgery for cancer the size of a grapefruit, and remains positive and loving. Kudos, Judi! Hope to see you again this fall.

I keep the number of my lawyer in mind, in case I need her. And depend on the good will and respect I've garnered during the past 20 years.

As my psych says, if negative thoughts arise, block them. I've dealt with them, now block them. It works pretty well.

Anyone else with a mental illness find that blocking or biofeedback or behavior mod works well?

A friend and neighbor in my apartment block is responding well to a decrease in meds. I recently had an increase but find that I sleep too much.

As I write, a fire alarm is sounding in the building next door. I'm also lucky to live in a fairly safe and clean building. I"ve owned my own house in the past and am happy to rent this little studio suite. Not a lot of room but it's my own and a lot can be said for that.

As Norman Vincent Peale once said, and the Secret tried to sound as though it was something just discovered, the power of positive thought.

Comments are welcome.

U of A is OKAY but where's the Truth?

I posted a link on my Facebook page to a guest column and asked for feedback. The guest column is here and I sort of regret posting it. I wondered what my readers thought of the U of A's policy of encouraging students to "snitch" on other students who might have mental health concerns. This news release to which I refer was dated two years ago and I haven't heard anything of it since.


I was wondering if anyone had heard what's happening there at the U of A, my alma mater, and they probably wish they had never heard of me or that I had never entered their doors!


I made some trouble while I was there but it wasn't my fault. In my graduating year I developed a psychosis which involved a delusion of control and delusions of grandeur, to coin the psych's own phrases of yesteryear, which I think might be appropriate. I saw a psychologist at Students' Counseling for two or three years, with no diagnosis and no medication, and when I finished I was whisked away by Campus Security to the downtown police station, to jail, to court, and then to the forensic unit at Alberta Hospital with a diagnosis of paranoid schizophrenia.

It seems something might have been done at the time to help me and the unfortunate professor who was at the helm trying to assist, but if this is a sample of the type of help offered there, then it didn't help me! Not until I got to Alberta Hospital, where I belonged in the first place, and then home, and now almost 40 years later, when I recognized that to get help I'd have to break the law and be referred to FACS (Forensic Assessment & Community Services). Which I did.

Unless of course, my delusions of control were correct.

I think the U of A has shown compassion in my case and vice versa. I could say that sending various post cards over the period of two weeks doesn't warrant jail time, when they weren't threatening in any way (asking for forgiveness), and apparently the judge agreed but the prosecutor didn't. I also could say that I took compassion on the accuser and dropped my "not guilty" plea to "guilty" immediately when I was told she was "frail", an accuser I suspect of being bipolar herself, but in a more powerful position than I was.

Whether or not I suffer from major delusions in this case is a thing I don't know and I will agree with the U of A that mental illness does pose a particular challenge, particularly if left unchecked.

I'd love to wear my U of A tee shirt. I'm proud of the institution and agree with the motto "Whatsoever things are true."

Truth may be relative. I don't believe it's absolute.

I'm still waiting for Truth. Anyone?

This is a bit scary, but I'm walking to support the Schizophrenia Society of Alberta on Saturday September 22, 2012. Please consider supporting me by donating at my pledge page. Any amount would be welcome. Any donation over $20 will be issued a tax receipt, so be sure to include your name and address for that.

If you like, I'll run part of the way! It's for a great cause!

Thanks, Judy, for your generous donation!

Schizophrenia

It's a scary word. Conjuring up media images and phrases of "former mental patient" and always with a violent context.

Lighten up, guys. High five to those of you who shoulder through the hype and misunderstanding.

I've written a book called The Insanity Machine. It's suitable for professionals and therapists (a lot of research went into it), also for intelligent and thoughtful voyagers on this strange and wonderful journey.

Austin Mardon co-authored it.

No publisher has taken us up on it yet, although I submitted it to a publication which specializes in information about schizophrenia, bipolar, depression, and other mental illnesses.

Time to get off my rocker and send it to those I think will be enthralled, as well they should be, because it's been estimated that 10 percent of the population in every country has this life changing illness.

We're not necessarily hidden, just ignored, labeled, and misunderstood.

We need a Martin Luther King for mental illness, someone who isn't afraid to get up and fight for us. Someone who tackles the tough questions and is intelligent/insightful enough to realize that yes, we can be difficult, and yes, we are our own worst enemy at times.

I recommend you read Jeff Emmerson's blog. He's fantastic, not so unusual in many ways, brave and insightful. Intelligent and articulate and cusses a lot, ha. Don't be offended, he talks like I think sometimes.

Jeff Emmerson is not schizophrenic. He's been through rough times, however. I think he's indicative of those of us who can truly be called survivors, warriors, and happy.

Nick - "I am happy"

"I love living life. I am happy." A man with no limbs recovered from bitter to better. What about you?

Am I more creative with Schizophrenia?

Back of black tee from Schizophrenia Society of Alberta

Tee shirt from the Schizophrenia Society

I wonder if schizophrenia enhances my ability to write creatively? I thought creatively before the diagnosis in 1978, but my experiences as a result of mental illness took the stuffiness out of writing and honed the more bizarre thoughts and emotions.

As a consequence, I'm now writing Sci Fi, fantasy and horror with sometimes equally bizarre characters. It's a lot of fun and I enjoy it.

My experiences as a result of the illness also gave me a lot more to write about first hand that many people never even dream about. I know what the Devil looks like and acts like due to my hallucinations and delusions. Of course, I don't really know. It's pretty real to me, though.

I also think I'm a special agent of God. I think I've been playing in a sandbox for 40 years and everyone else is taking care of me, sometimes sticking me with pins to see if I'll jump, sometimes whacking me across the head with a 2'x4' to get my attention, but most of the time seeing to it that I'm well looked after, I don't want for anything, and my friends and family are sometimes proud of the kid in the sandbox.

Now I'm out of the sandbox. We're all sons and daughters of God, my fundamentalist friends notwithstanding (e.g. one of them told me I'm not a Christian because I believe Buddhists will go to heaven, lol, her interpretation of her scriptures is a bit suspect and lacking in the milk of human kindness, methinks).

Two things I write about:

• Creativity (music, art, literature, independent thinking, science)
• The world is a global village  

With a tip of the hat to Marshall McLuhan, the Canadian educator/philosopher who proposed such a thing as "the medium is the message" and "global village" in the wild and woolly and unforgetable 1960s, which I lived through as a young woman, a young bride, and a young mother. No hippy me back then, perhaps now?

I remember the drug induced books like Travels with Don Juan. I don't need drugs, have never needed drugs, although I medicated myself with alcohol for many years from 1978 - 1993.

I have my own altered reality, thanks to this wonderful mad mad thinking which brought me to my knees on many occasions, made my teachers, friends and family despair of me, and finally gave me a gift of compassion, tolerance, and understanding as well as a lucid and creative mind.

Thanks, Schizophrenia. I couldn't have done it without you.

Remember that, Professor who thought I was half cracked up. I was wholly and completely cracked up. Hands off, watch me fly!

Bring your own flowers and forget the despair

 

I read two different blogs this morning, one about despair and one about hope. I chose to believe the words of hope, joy, and love.

We all have a choice. We choose every second, every day, every year our thoughts and actions. If we don't choose for ourselves, if we galumph through our own beautiful gardens with someone else's borrowed dirty boots, life chooses for us and swamps our birthing song with bitterness and death.

I choose to move on. My thanks to Joy Bing Fleming for the hope I borrowed from her this morning.

Interview with Stephen King

I've been wondering how and why normal, nice people write horror. Like myself. I've just finished a horror anthology and will submit it to a publisher in a few days. Then I came across this interview with Stephen King.

The woman across the table from him asked if he'd ever seen a Psych, intimating there's something wrong with an author who writes horror. She snickered when he said he'd never read Jane Austen.

Is there something wrong with uptight people who don't allow creative juices to spatter their shower curtains?

Change and orchids and coping with delusions

I'm quite determined to continue changing but this time the change won't be forced on me from outside. Not that forcing change ever worked, ha ha. 

But I've found a clever way to seek help for my delusions. I call them delusions. That prevents the long arguments about whether my ideas are factual or not. I readily admit they're not. Then I can talk about them and sort them out with my psych. 

I'm here to help and take care of someone who's very fragile at times yet astonishingly strong. She looks a lot like me. I will let her lead so she may stoop to conquer.

I'm like a peacock. I like bright colors. Yet white is restful and soothing, and the color of most miniature orchids. This is a miniature orchid. Some like this are colorful and called a Peacock.

This is a bee. I wrote a book called the Jive Hive. It's coming out in summer/fall 2012. Look for it. The bee likes the orchid.

Fighting mental illness with luck and determination

Psych said I'm okay in my sandbox. But I think it's time to come in out of the rain.

I couldn't do any better than I did. The mind games I played kept me amused and helped me to grow, like a child. Schizophrenia is a serious mental illness. I've been reading authors and studies which say luck has a lot to do with our situation in life. My family was taught all it takes is hard work and brains to succeed. That's not true, though I believed it for most of my life, which kept me thinking there's something the matter with ME. 

That attitude implies there's something the matter with those less fortunate than we are, too. They're not as smart or not as hardworking or not as determined as those who succeed in life.


Dammit, luck has a lot to do with it, but...


I succeeded because I was determined. It's in my genes. I tried and failed, did everything wrong, had no insight, was misunderstood and abused by a charity for which I volunteered four years, when they found out my problems, my friends at one time were dysfunctional and abusive, my family had nothing to do with me for most of the 1980s, my brother's wife quit her job to look after my children in 1978, my brother sent me his paycheque for the month when my first husband died in 1971, I graduated from University with Distinction in 1975 although I was mentally ill at the end of it, and I suspect they squeaked me through with that honor, I had friends who helped and supported me, my sister gave me $500 as a gift with no strings attached in the 1980s, my mother helped me out when I owed taxes in 1991, the woman on the other end of the Canada Revenue phone attacked me verbally in 1991when I cried, a former friend (a clinical psychologist!) harangued me two years ago for an obsession and delusion I couldn't help, that led me into legal difficulties, I hung up on her and she hasn't spoken or written to me since, my other brother visited me almost every weekend from Cold Lake when I was admitted to a psych ward at Alberta Hospital in 1978, I've maintained a successful medical transcription business since 1999, am respected I think and give back to society, I give to charity, man, woman, and God, I've had many articles, poems, and a play published, have good intelligent and caring friends and supportive family, a book will be published by Imajin Books in summer/fall 2012, I've finished an anthology of three horror novellas which could be published, and am the most contented and lucky person I know.


Yes, luck has a lot to do with it, but that's not the whole story. Most people take a black and white position. It's a little of this and a little of that. But without good choices and determination there is no luck, and without luck there is no success.

Image by Stuart Miles

Some would say the length of time I took to recover is because I didn't listen to advice and I was disobedient. That's how I did recover -- I did it my way, and the luck of it is that it worked. Now I listen to advice and I'm not a Lone Ranger, I'm not an island, but before that there has to be good mental health to make good choices and to be able to choose who to listen to and which advice is good. I didn't always know that.


"Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered." - William Shakespeare

OCD AND DEPRESSION

Especially in the winter time with dark cold days, I sleep much more and eat more carbs -- although this winter has been better, I think because we've had many more sunny days. However, I don't have as many problems with the mental difficulties come spring and summer.

The OCD isn't obvious to many people but it did result in a lot of problems for me in the past, obsessing about events and people who were for me in the past and should be either given a new life with new motivation, or let go.


I've determined to approach my excellent psychiatrist about these issues, some leading to a lot of anger that comes out sideways so to speak. That's her job, to help me through what led to the legal difficulties I experienced three years ago. She doesn't urge me to talk and I often spend only 10 minutes with her every three weeks, and she doesn't encourage me to talk about anything in particular, so it's up to me, as I prefer it, of course, and perhaps someone knows that. I like to do it my way.

But I need help. And I do want to start a new life with new motivation and no obsessions or delusions, perhaps for the first time to appreciate the past as it was, riddled with dysfunction and inaccuracies but also love.

TV, Eh? Charity Auction

Great stuff and for a great cause, the Kids Help Phone Line, all proceeds go to charity. Check it out. Diane Kristine Wild's TV, Eh? website is having a charity auction. One more week to go and don't miss the really fantastic deals and merchandise, all Canadian TV related or show related, some wonderful stuff starting at $5.00 and up. Heartland DVD Season 4 $5.00, Much Music Tee shirt, flip flops, DVD and pin starting at $5.00, other stuff too much to mention. Watch the Rick Mercer rant about kids help line and help kids now!

Photo by Arvind Balaraman

Check it out now! And come back and let me know wot you got!!!

The Jive Hive

I wrote a book that was accepted for publication in both ebook and trade paperback by Imajin Books, a small publishing company. It's probably coming out in summer 2012. I'm going to be quite busy with it as I'll be doing a lot of promotion. Right now I'm working on three novellas for an anthology, something my publisher suggested. I'll submit them when they're all together and polished. The first one's finished and just going through a final edit.

The Jive Hive is a Young Adult science fiction novel. Was a lot of fun to write.

I like to write horror and/or fantasy because I can write about anything I like. Of course, there are rules, like length, which I follow.

I note there are many people who self-publish now but that involves a lot of expense and a great deal of time promoting and marketing it. Many seem to go with Smashwords or Amazon with ebooks. I wonder how many of those books are truly well written? 

A Faery Story

Once upon a time there was a very sad little girl named Haunted Ella. Nobody loved Haunted Ella. Haunted Ella grew up repressed, bitter, confused, lonely and alone. Haunted Ella hurt people who tried to love her.

One day a beautiful woman came into Haunted Ella's life. The beautiful woman was loved by a handsome prince. The beautiful woman would not let Haunted Ella go. She arranged for help for Haunted Ella. She could not help her directly. The beautiful woman was very sad and frightened for herself and for Haunted Ella.

Many years went by. Haunted Ella was not able to let go of the beautiful woman. She hated and feared the beautiful woman, and loved her in a twisted fashion. And it was not only Haunted Ella who hurt the beautiful woman. The beautiful woman had a thorn in her side that God had given her, like Paul in the Bible. It was a mental and emotional thorn, and the beautiful woman suffered for many years. She also had physical pain.

Then Haunted Ella became better. She was able to love. The beautiful woman still waited. The beautiful woman was still afraid.

One day Haunted Ella did something loving for the beautiful woman which made the beautiful woman very happy. It almost made up for the anguish the beautiful woman had suffered all those years. Haunted Ella awoke from her long insanity and rewarded the beautiful woman by letting her go.

The handsome prince was happy, too.

Wolves go after public figures

As the media reports on Cain and Paterno time after time,  not just reporting but regurgitating the sordid details day after night after day, it concerns me that "copycat" whistleblowers might pop up like mealy bugs and accuse celebrities with impunity and no cause. Creating a chasm of distress in any man or woman who has been in a position of trust, no matter how long ago, for there is no statute of limitations in these matters. Guilt must be proven and if guilt is proven the repercussions on the victims have already been documented as immense and not amenable to treatment or recourse other than imprisonment or large sums of money. If guilt is not proven irreparable damage has been done to the accused which no amount of whitewash can ever repair.

There are some segments of society who are particularly vulnerable to unfounded accusations. These include celebrities, those who are in the public spotlight for whatever reason, and the mentally ill. The media and public unfairly portray and view the mentally ill, in particular the (paranoid) schizophrenic, as violent and dangerous although statistics prove the schizophrenic is more likely than not to be the victim, and at risk of taking his/her own life rather than harming the public. Celebrities know the risks yet sometimes behave like imperfect humans who don't have the notoriety or wealth to make the evening news. The celebrities: politicians, evangelists, sports figures, actors/actresses, musicians, teachers and so on are held to a different standard because they are viewed as influential in society and in a position of trust.

To some respect I agree. But there is another vulnerable segment of the population, the mentally ill.

I'll give an example from my own past, 22 years ago in 1989 when I stopped taking my medication for the treatment of paranoid schizophrenia and began a quick decline into legal difficulties and incarceration in a mental institution for many months. A "not guilty" verdict in court and a new psychotropic medication left the door open for me to pursue a healthier lifestyle, gain employment once more, make new friends, find a church body and start the upward climb to my present good fortune and well-being, free of delusions and obsessions and well for the past few years. No one would suspect my diagnosis but I who was raised to be a very private person have become a public advocate for schizophrenia and its stigma which persists into the 21st century; its often concomitant abuse of alcohol and other mind altering drugs; its destruction of relationships, employment and thus financial difficulties; schizophrenia's physical, emotional, spiritual and mental toll.

In 1989 I was working at a well known educational institute in Edmonton. My children were adults but still young adults. Both children were working almost full-time and had student loans to repay eventually. My son was living at home, my daughter on her own. At that time I met a woman who identified herself as a Lesbian. She had a history of fraud. This woman was raising her 11-year-old granddaughter. She was later to also take in her grandson. The granddaughter had been diagnosed at birth with Fetal Alcohol Syndrome and possibly ADHD. She had been expelled from numerous schools and had difficulty finding a school which would accept her behavior. At the time I met this woman her granddaughter was in Foster Care and the woman seemed reasonable. We didn't have a relationship although briefly that was to occur much later. Throughout the year or two I knew this woman I acted as a surrogate mother to the granddaughter, taking her to a ball game and movies and other venues. This woman drank heavily. I took her to restaurants and spent my own money to the extent of buying her a used car. I was unmedicated at this time and convinced I was God's special agent. My own daughter and son were neglected as a result.

I felt manipulated and abused by this woman but could not seem to break away until my money was gone and she broke off the relationship herself. I didn't see her or the grandchildren again.

I say this because by becoming emotionally and financially involved with this family and the minor granddaughter of a confused and dysfunctional woman, I am presently at risk of completely unfounded accusations. And it scares me. Because I have a history of mental illness and my credibility is not there, and I know it; it's been proven to me time after time. As a minority member of society, no matter how successful I've proven myself in the past 20 years, I have no credibility.

Some people believe in the aphorism, "Innocent until proven guilty" but that's simply not reality. The accuser knows it; the media is anxious to jump on the accused before the facts have been demonstrated or proven in court, and that seems to be the norm now rather than the exception.

Let's be very sure--Quaecumque Vera. Because a life can be destroyed. It could happen to me. It could happen to you.

Celebrating Christmas Low Key

The blessed Advent season is here and we light the second candle for the second week this Sunday in church. My gifts have been bought, wrapped and some of them mailed. I saw this on-line, about homemade gifts. I made homemade gifts one year and it was so much work I vowed never again. But it's a good idea not to support foreign countries and cheap bought gifts. My gifts aren't cheap but some of them come from countries whose human rights history is poor and I think I'd like to support Canadian made gifts next year. I'll certainly try to come up with something more creative next year, starting in the Advent season and paying attention to what's important this time of year, which certainly isn't material goods. I think homemade cookies in a tin or box decorated nicely would be a good idea. I'm thinking of a dear male friend (not romantic) who would enjoy homemade cookies although he's watching his weight. Perhaps something homemade but more diet friendly? These kinds of gifts come from the heart.

I myself got an Amazon.ca gift card from my son for my birthday and enjoyed that very much. I think Amazon is an American company but Amazon.ca is the Canadian branch so that's the best we can do. A lovely idea. My daughter sent me flowers and fruit from a Canadian florist for my birthday, and they shopped here in Edmonton for the fruit. That's what I mean.

Any ideas like the attached link are gratefully received. They require more thought than standing in line at a large American chain store. But more meaningful and this Christmas my decorations are minimal. I'm not playing Christmas music yet. My nativity scene is up and I put up a crucifix on my blog upper right.

Do any of you have traditions you want to start this year? Or meaningful traditions from other years? Christmas Morning Wifesaver is one of those traditions for Christmas morning breakfasts we have here in our house. Used to be an orange in the toe of the stocking until one year I put the oranges in a month before Christmas, when I stuffed the stockings early, thinking I was so efficient, and when the children took their oranges out of the toe they were little shriveled hard things that couldn't be eaten. Ever since then I've bought a box of oranges and put them in a bowl.

Another tradition is Turtles and Toffeefay but this Christmas might be different because my middle son, who lives in Edmonton, has to work on Christmas Day and Boxing Day, and my daughter in Vancouver can't make it for Christmas this year. My elder son is 500 miles away and will be spending Christmas in southern Alberta with family there, I expect. My middle son will come over Christmas morning for a couple of hours and that will be very special. I don't mind spending most of the day alone. We'll celebrate on Tuesday the 27th of December, and for all we know, Christ was born on that day and not the 25th. In fact, I'm almost certain He wasn't born on December 25th.