So the Christmas movies are streaming and the characters are trying to decide whether to stay and take a risk and refurbish the lodge, but the woman has a condo and is torn.

Where is the condo? I asked Ingrid.

“In the city.”

So that’s the update on the Christmas movie front.

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Thought I’d watch another with Ingrid.

We watched “Christmas at the Ranch” last night.

Woman is a workaholic who refuses to leave The City and the mother is a simple country empath with a Scottish accent and a Christmas sweater and bangs n Botox and a log mansion and insists she come home where all her stuff is exactly the same-(it looks like as a child she collected stuff from Cost Plus)

anywho

She bumps into old boyfriend and tries to hide behind a tree and it turns out the bloke is still doing the same old same old. He looks like an unfrozen caveman with a chiseled expression, standard issue.

“I’m a different person than I used to be” she insists, but she still remembers two chords to the song she tried to write decades ago with Caveman. Oh no Im thinking not the guitar.

She begins to play.

Cat next to me is snoring now.

Dia de Los Muertos

The altars were all unplanned in general- each just seemed to emerge without effort from what was available and with the creativity of residents and the fragile ephemera of daily life. Like a little miracle.

Traditionally observed on Nov 1 & 2. A huge parade in the Mission District nearby, with drums and costumes and masks and face paint and candle lighting in a park.

We wondered whether the altars would of interest or perhaps too controversial or would bring up challenging emotions or would be uplifting and inspiring- but that may be true of all creativity, which often involves some risk of confusion or failure.

But the altars seemed to “want to” emerge anyway. Whether a tradition has begun remains to be seen.

One thing I’ve learned is there are many dimensions involved, and sometimes an invitation to contemplate. Most everything is fragile and passes away- would otherwise be forgotten or discarded. But for a time all is still and has a place and value.

Going forward I see the altar in its simplicity preferable to complex and challenging. The photos were up til the morning of Nov 2nd, and the altar gained in aesthetic appeal, when the photos were removed and it was no longer overladen with imagery, I believe. It became more decorative and welcoming. That may be a key to future presentation.

Unsure whether photos of those who died, as opposed to more creative symbolic representations, are acceptable to residents, given all their life and death challenges. Possibly a middle ground can be achieved somehow. I worry a little about this.

Thank you Mary Anne Voss for developing the idea into reality as a team. And to Augustina Ramos Silva from Oaxaca where the festival comes from, for approving and encouraging and providing the beautiful wall hanging. She is visiting her mother (in her nineties) in Mexico, and they definitely have their resplendent “ofrenda” there.

Peace.