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Next Tuesday is election day and we will see whether witches, demons, and ghosts arise from the land in a Romney victory, or whether there is still enough sense left in the country to keep Obama in office. Polls and pundits seem to say it’s a dead heat. Well, who knows? But the witches, demons, and ghosts are itching to rise up and are licking their chops in anticipation. Will the country stamp them down?

I’ve not been helping. I’ve ignored Cathy Newell’s requests to make calls for the Oxford County Democrats. I did put up a few Lee Goldsberry signs (six actually) mainly along East Main street. But I’ve made no calls for him either.

Why is my heart not in it this time? Not sure of the exact reasons but perhaps my personal needs are overriding. Four years ago Cynthia was still here and I did make calls at the time and was gung-ho for Obama. This time, while realizing Obama has many flaws, Romney and the right wing GOP scare me immensely and I dread the fact they may win. Still, I just can’t rise to the occasion.

I’m enjoying my new friendship with Phyllis, my explorations of many and varied philosophical issues, my watching of the great old movies of Bergman and others, my singing and involvement at the Norway UU church, my hobby of improving and maintaining the Norway UU church website I created, my friendships with Richard and Tony, my good fortune of having Kate next door,…… Have I left out anything? Probably, but I can’t think what at the moment.

Oh, I’ve been recycling Sara Teasdale’s little poem, “Let It Be Forgotten”, over and over in my mind. John Kelly sent it to me. It’s in memory of Cynthia. She would have liked the poem, maybe she did.

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Time Marches On

Yes, that’s the old saw. Everyone agrees with that. But here it is Christmas morn and I’m free for a bit to write a note or two here for posterity.

We had a great Xmas eve service last eve at the Norway UU church. Big attendance. Lots of enthusiasm. Well led by Richard. Coherent and non-stressed candle light service at the end. And I had fun belting out the carols. Heather had me do a little jazzy ah men after it was over. Gad, do I love her!

Got to thinking, as perhaps I do every Xmas time, about the years past, about the people who brought me up. My mother, father, and the aunts and uncles, cousins. During the 1930’s and 40’s we had those great old Christmas get togethers at Aunt Marjorie’s or Bernice’s place. There was the long motor ride in to one of them on Xmas day. My mother liked to count the Xmas trees in windows on the way. I was the hero to my girl cousins. The adults would chatter away and laugh. They’re all gone now, except for three of the cousins.

Where are we going? I’ll be 81 next month and how many years will there be? But I’ll enjoy every last bit of it, even though I’m concerned at the moment about my upcoming cataract operations, my necessary pause on the Coumadin, and Cynthia’s cognitive problems re numbers and planning.

Today around 1pm, Kate and Don, Clarissa, Sean and Nick will all arrive for our opening of presents and our consuming of mammoth fish chowdah! Kate is doing the chowdah. We’ll open the presents from 1 to 2pm, then have the chowdah. We did a modified Yankee swap this year, thanks to a suggestion by Eryn, who with Nat can’t be here because this year they’re at Eryn’s parents. I drew Clarissa in the swap and got her a coffee maker. Also, I’ve purchased a bunch of small items, stocking stuffers, which will satisfy the needs of people to open presents. We’ll see how it goes. Should be fun.

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Hey, we had a pretty nice “vesper service” Sunday eve over at the West Paris UU church. The topic was FEAR. Sounds good, huh? BOO! But I like the opening and closing statements. The rest was good too. Here’s the opener:

There is a love that restores the soul,
a love that makes all things new,
a love that will not ever let us go.
May we trust in that love.
May we rest and be held by that love.
Even when we cannot believe it exists,
love is all around us, among us, inside us.
May love speak through our lips,
Hear through our ears
now and always.

Here’s the closer:

Safety is not the most important value.
Let us encourage one another
to live our lives with passion and risk,
to find something important to serve.
Caring makes us vulnerable;
still, let us go toward life
as if our fears had taken a deep breath and
calmed down.
Let us go toward life.

There were 13 of us there including Richard Beal, our minister. A couple of new people, the Dewings seemed pretty interesting. Turns out Mr. Dewing attends Shaker services down in Shaker Village, Maine, and his wife gives guided tours there. Doug Leathem was depressed because his dog died. (I won’t sing, “When the dog died, we had hot dogs.” and didn’t sing it then.)

About 30 slips of paper were passed out from a basket passed around. These were all various quotes having to do with fear and how to handle it. Then we gave our reactions in a kind of Quaker meeting style. This was very interesting. (The Shaker got to act like a Quaker.) Then we had a period of silence. Then we had another song to sing before the closing words. A pretty good evening.

Next week the topic’s gonna be Generosity. It’s over at the Norway UU church and starts at 6:30pm Sunday eve. Come on down!

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