I'm up to 38,000 words. Seeing that awesome number on my word count was very exciting, until Amber pointed out that this meant I had 12,000 words to write before the challenge ends on the 30th, three days from the time I'm writing this post. While at this point I'm loath to throw words around wastefully, I managed to find three special words for my sister Nostradamus, the Prognosticator of Doom:
"Shut up, Amber."
I'm generous that way.
28: I'm thankful for Christmas lights. I know this only adds to my Philistine status, but if I could work my will, every house on my block would look like Clark Griswald's. Except mine, of course. I kind of like my husband, and his annual walk through the Valley as well as the Peaks of the Shadow of Death - known to the EMTs as 'hanging the lights on DeNae's house' - always leaves me a little edgy.
We have one neighbor who decorates for everything. Name any holiday - Yom Kippur, for example - and they'll have little animatronic scenes and craft fair refugees propped, draped and stapled to every square inch of their property.
And there are always lights. Want to know what lights to use for Groundhog Day? These gals have your answer. They make us, the illuminationally challenged geeks to the east, look like Helen Keller was our handy man.
In Puerto Rico, Christmas is a warm holiday, and it's not uncommon for fire trucks, ambulances, and police cars to wrap themselves in a hundred gazillion twinkle lights and drive through the neighborhoods at night, blaring Christmas music and throwing candy to the throngs of kids who race into the street to collect their treats.
Of course, the more cynical among us suspect that this is just an effort on the part of the hospital and prosthetic limb industry to drum up a little business to cover the cost of their employee Christmas parties, but even then, we get to see lights twirling round and round atop those vehicles, a blue and red celebration of the most wonderful time of the year.