I just taught an impossible children’s ceramics class today. But no matter. We made a lot of trees. I have a way (based in geometry) for them to be easy for any age to make and they look terrific.

Driving home in the dark I enjoy passing by the houses with the Christmas lights.

Looking at the white lights brings me back 26 years, when my sister died. For the funeral, I flew to her home with her three small children and her husband who was now her widow, and I was shocked to see the Christmas decorations.

I wasn’t sure how something so happy could juxtapose with something so sad. None of it made sense.

I had experienced a week before wanting something 1000% which I had never done before. I had never wished something with every cell in my body. I wished she would live.

But she didn’t and the lights were confusing. There was one kind in particular that I found especially irritating.

A string of white lights and every now and then it went down so that it was three lights in a row one below the next at various intervals. They really bothered me.

I don’t think they make them anymore. I don’t see them anymore. Maybe the electrical wiring was too confusing to survive year after year.