I can’t believe I haven’t posted since Sandy. That is much too long a silent stint , but
time flies come November and it is hard to catch my breath. Even as we speak, I have marshmallows firming up and cookies in the oven – it is a rainy day and life is good. This holiday season started off with a bang with
Thanksgiving 2012 a blockbuster blowout of gluttony and sloth in gross
proportions. We fried turkeys, we brewed
beer, we laughed and drank and lived large.
We discussed everything from Al Jazeera taking over computers to arguing
about bubble surface tensions to Kermit flying into lamp posts. We covered a lot of ground. S and I detoxed for a week after the house
quieted.
And now, the day after the Pville Firebird
Festival, the Holiday Fete season has begun!
I posted a blurb last year about the firebird, but hands down, this year
was even more entertaining. Good friends
came over about an hour before the burning of the bird and we had a few apps, a
drink or two, and headed out with the rest of the town to partake in this most
weird of town festivals. The streets
were filled with folks not only walking, but also trying in vain to find
parking spots on the crowded streets. A
constant stream of people flowed from their cozy houses to join us as we walked
downtown. I’ve never seen so many
people in Phoenixville. The energy was
high. The soft evening air was full of
chatter as we herded our way to cathartically watch a two story bird burn to
the ground with 16,000 of our neighbors.
That’s right.
SIXTEEN THOUSAND people were expected and I’d wager that was about
right. We were a sea of humans moving to
the beat of the drum circle and chanting Burn the Bird. It was a blast and boy did it burn.
Welcome to the Holidays, everyone.
