Homer'sWorld

Every year I make my own cards, something I have been doing since 1992. This year the theme has mostly been snowmen. I told people on Facebook if they wanted a card to send me their address, and that resulted in probably eight people doing so. Otherwise, you send me a card, you get one in return.

My non-profit held Luminaria Night on Saturday. I made eight dozen cookies and frosting and the cookies were gone in less than two hours. Both kids and adults had fun decorating them.

I couldn't find the ornaments for the holiday tree so I took the paper flowers from my All Souls Altar (stored in a bag) and put them on the tree. I had to make another 10 to fill in places. People loved it, posing for pictures in front of the tree with the bright, huge flowers.


Paper flowers.

Even I took a selfie in front of it.

Last survey session in Young, five days in the field. Lots of rugged terrain in two areas. In one area it was up and down hills. My legs are used to it by now.

The bullshit. So tired of it. Former judge Roy Moore calling the five women liars who have related stories of him abusing them or asking them out on dates when they were teenagers and he was in his 30s. And his supporters blabbering that these women are liars. A common statement is something like, "Why did these women wait 30 or 40 years to tell the public that Moore was a pervert?"

When my maternal grandmother was in her 80s she was riding in my mother's car and turned to her and told her that when she was a child her uncle Harrison had molested her. She asked my mother, "Did it make me a bad person?"

People who are molested often have complicated emotions about the experience of being molested. Seventy-some years after it happened, my grandmother felt guilt and shame for something a man 22 years older than her had done to her.

And you look at the reaction of these Moore supporters- calling these women liars. Why would anyone want to subject themselves to this? Those five women are so much braver than these mindless Moore followers.

 We headed north a fourth time. The first day in Payson and the second in Strawberry. Three sites each.

 Tyler, Mike, and Connie.

We then headed back to Young. The day after Puff died we stopped at the Cherry Creek Store and there were these little dogs running around. I picked one up, and then the other two ran over. It was so soothing having these little bundles of energy crawling over me, licking my face.



Connie's wreath was mostly juniper with its bright blue berries.

Working on the wreath.

Puff. 1 April 2000 to 8 November 2017. His body finally gave out. He had been getting skinnier and started having problems walking. I had to go north for work and Kevin called me to tell me on Tuesday that Puff was very sick. I arranged for Kevin to take him to the vet the next day, and alerted the vet office that if Puff could not be helped, that he could be put down.

Offrenda.

Above it is a set of photographs of friends who have died.




Food.
Anthony came down the night before and helped me set up for the party. He then helped me apply the sugar skull makeup.


Painting Elliot's face.

Richard and Hiram arrived, always nice to see them. The following photos were taken by Richard.



Homer.

We walked to the procession. The women getting the flowers were so happy. Eventually the Procession arrived and as always I was moved by the creativity and the remembrances by those friends and family members who have died.