My Cardboard Balcony

Forty-five days since Joe Biden became President Elect and Kamala Harris became Vice President Elect. Fifteen days of break from work. Two weeks before the new year. One week before Christmas. Five days since we moved into our new house. Five days before we have to get everything out of our old condo. One night since Hanukkah ended. A mere handful of hours since the stay at home order in my area was issued. Over 45,000 people diagnosed with COVID-19 in my state yesterday alone. Please be safe. Please be hopeful. Please show love and patience. Have a great night and a great weekend, everyone.

'Tis The Season by Belinda Roddie My grandmother's cursed shrimp tree is the most cursed of the cursed, and if you tried to eat it, your ailment would be the worst. It frightens all the Christmas spirits and shows them who's boss, but perhaps the tree's greatest sin is that there's no cocktail sauce.

That's How You Do It by Belinda Roddie Joe cryptically shared on social media that he was angry.

I Met A Snow Boy by Belinda Roddie I met a snow boy on my way to work, and he decided he would follow me all the way to the building. Me, a jerk, did not heed his presence. Eventually, I saw him watching me from the window where I sat hunched against my desk. He had the white, powdery complexion, his nose bright red, and his eyes beady. Like the cad I was, I pretended it was a dream and that the snow boy could not be alive, but he then followed me home. In my scheme to ignore him, I failed along my drive. He ran in front of me, and in one blow, my car had reduced him to simply snow.

Nine Candles by Belinda Roddie The last night of Hanukkah already? Happy Festival of Lights!

Swish by Belinda Roddie The wrapping paper tube will go swish, swish, swish like a lightsaber on Christmas The Jedi in me will not grow up especially not on Christmas

At Long Last by Belinda Roddie Finally, we put up Christmas decorations in the new house.