A Yule Carol

In the past, I have written about my love of A Christmas Carol. Talked about how it is the epitome of the season, if you are celebrating Christmas or Yule. About how what Scrooge really learns, not just the surface stuff, but what he really learns is so vitally important to me. My three favorite movie versions are George C. Scott, Patrick Stewart, and ... the Muppets.

Now comes a seque that totally and completely makes sense to me on an intuitive level. I hope you can follow me. If not...oh well. Feel free to pretend the top and the rest aren't connected (even though they totally are).

An email from Lady Blackbelt showed up in my inbox this morning...


are you gonna be in town?  was that you that said maybe to Cam and Mrs. Pike's evite?
*sigh*


Nope. It wasn't me. I wrote her back assuring her that, if I was going to be in the Boston area, she would already know by now. Because oh hell yes, they would know. See, the Blackbelts and the Pikes (okay, first Cam because Mrs. Pike hasn't been around as long, but she slipped right in as if she'd always fit, so she gets the credit, too) were instrumental in giving me back Christmas.


My dad was dead; I was getting divorced; my biofamily had chosen my ex. The Lovely Cats and the Divine M did their best, but they were a long way away. It was...not a good time. I'd muddled through, making the best of whatever I had left and trying to pretend my life hadn't changed so very completely.  But it wasn't good.


Then these people showed up in my world and everything started to change again, only this time, for the better. My fuck ups were supported (and even occasionally fixed) in spite of myself. My acheivements were celebrated. My tears were embraced. My laughter was shared ~ and became honest, again. They were even some of the first people I came out of the broom closet to, and they didn't care in that wonderfully appropriate way. From there, it snowballed. I made other friends who loved and supported me. I changed careers. I got my life back.


So, yes, Lady Blackbelt, if I was going to be in the area, you would know. You will know.


Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you hard cider.



Yep, it's another two-fer, because how do you choose????