Ahem! ‘Tis the season and all but where is everyone? Fewer readers around these times. but never fear; I post regardless!

• So, just so YOU know, Airhead Extremes are really not all that sour. I am still seeking the most sour candy in all the land.
• I’m feeling the dichotomy of winter in Florida. Nights and mornings are cool; you need jackets. But this week, at least, we’re seeing high 70s/low 80s and it’s a little unnerving, considering all the wreaths and lights. I know this, having always lived in Florida, but perhaps I feel the pull towards another kind of winter someday. Maybe one that entails snow.
• I was surprised how few people had heard of Emmet Otter’s Jugband Christmas, from my post yesterday. It’s a Jim Hensen production from 1977, so I watched it a lot as a kid. I guess I just thought a lot more people were familiar with it. If you haven’t seen it, I highly recommend it. There’s a great message in there; good for the kids.
• Speaking of Christmas traditions, I have, for a long time, been a little obsessed with the idea of wassailing. “The tradition of wassailing falls into two distinct categories: The House-Visiting wassail and the Orchard-Visiting wassail. House-Visiting wassail, caroling by any other name, is the practice of people going door-to-door singing Christmas carols. The Orchard-Visiting wassail refers to the ancient custom of visiting orchards, reciting incantations and singing to the trees in apple orchards in cider-producing regions of England to promote a good harvest for the coming year.” (Wikipedia.)
• In more recent incarnations, people mostly just make the drink, wassail, and bring it around to homes. I keep thinking it would be awesome to start one of these in my neighborhood. I could put out fliers to every home and see who might be interested in helping me brew the wassail itself. It’s a lot like caroling except you offer someone a tasty warm drink instead of sing at them. I would offer the neighbors the opportunity to participate and they would let it be known by, say, hanging a little trinket on their mailbox. (Like the ‘hood we T and T’d in: they put a plastic pumpkin on the mailbox if they were giving candy.) Then a group of us would go around and meet everyone and take part in the drink and have a merry time.
• Perhaps, I am too idealistic. People would probably shut their doors and close the blinds and say bah-humbug. But if I had time and money this year, I’d do it. Maybe next year!
• On a completely random tangent,we’re getting both a Whole Foods and  Trader Joe’s at some point and I worry my little ol’ town cannot support these places, though we do have A LOT of hippies here. I’ll treat them the same way I do Fresh Market: good for a quick trip now and then but I’d go broke if I shopped there all the time!
• But speaking of groceries, I apparently must recreate my traditional holiday meal at my brother-in-law’s house and I worry that giving him a shopping list ahead of time is a futile effort. The man subsists on peanut butter toast, oatmeal, and take-out. Plus, his girlfriend just moved out so I wonder how many dishes he has. It’s going to be… interesting, to say the least.
• WELL, I have a ton of stuff to accomplish today and even though I feel worn through and through, I must get it done. Toodles!
• Oh, wait, here you go.