“There is nothing in the dark that isn’t there when the lights are on.”

The weather hasn’t changed except to get a bit warmer. Last light it rained so today is cloudy and damp, familiar weather. The weatherman predicts tomorrow will be sunny. I hope he is right. I have stuff to do.

Today is the winter solstice and the longest night of the year. I get comfort, some small comfort, knowing daylight will start to last longer every day after today. In January we’ll gain between 90 seconds and two minutes of daylight. That’s a mood changer.

When I was a kid, I wasn’t all that afraid of nighttime, but I was afraid of unexpected noises in the dark. My father scared me once when he pretended to be the hook, the man with the hook, scratching the screen. I yelled at the noise like a B-movie character obviously making the wrong and fatal choice. Now the hook would know I was there. I was really scared. My father never scared me like that again.

I spend more time awake in the darkness of the late light, in the wee hours. In the summer, I like to sit out on the deck in the moonlight and look at the stars. Now, the cold means a quick in and out, but sometimes I stand outside for a bit and watch Henry then we both hurry inside out of the night cold.

I have a project I’ve been putting off, but it is time. I have two wooden boxes filled with albums, with vinyl. I know some are vintage Christmas, like from Grant’s, so it is time to go hunting. I have brought in a chair so I don’t have to sit on the floor. Comfort is my middle name.

My mother had a hifi early on. My father always got a huge bonus after Christmas, and one year he bought the hifi. It was brown. That’s all I remember. We played Christmas albums all the time. We’d load two or three of them on the spindle. My sisters used to sing along with Guy Lombardo and me because the lyrics for all the carols were on the record jacket. I remember Bing and his Christmas record with him on the front in a Santa hat and wearing a holly tie. I think everyone I knew had that album.

My Christmas tree lights are on, and all the candlelights on the living room tables are lit as is a gourd with a painted winter scene. On the hearth is a lantern with a brightly lit snowy scene of a car carrying a tree on its roof.

I love the feel of my living room. The soft light from the candles is comforting in its quiet. Their glow is bright on the floor and tables. Though the living room is simply decorated this year, it still keeps Christmas for me.

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4 Comments on ““There is nothing in the dark that isn’t there when the lights are on.””

  1. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Today the sun is out and we might even hit 70° this afternoon. It’s only a break because Wednesday and Thursday mornings we will be back in the mid 30s at daybreak. I agree with your glee that tomorrow the days start getting longer. I got really depressed when I was in London in early November and it started getting dark around four in the afternoon. I don’t think I would like living in places like Anchorage or even further north where the days are shorter.

    If I was a rich man, I would have a place in the Southern Hemisphere where I could go to during our winter in my private jet and have perpetual summer. But, for now I will just stay where I am where it’s not too bad.

    My parents didn’t have a HiFi when we were kids just a record player. When I was in Junior High School I bought an FM stereo radio with a turntable input. That for on my bedroom dresser. I was considered a nerd in high school because my two friends and I were fans of Classical Music and Jazz. We even liked Baroque music. In college I became a fan of Rock’n Roll.

    I’m a firm believer in multiculturalism and diversity as I enjoy the celebrations of everyone. Chanukah, Christmas, Kwanza and New Years. We need to learn to celebrate everyone and their differences, reluctantly including Trumpsters. 🙂 We are all human beings and the aviation business has shrunk the world so we can now travel anywhere on earth within a day or two. We had better learn to get along because we are also only a few minutes away from blowing ourselves to Kingdom come in a nuclear holocaust.
    God forbid.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      We’ll be warmer, only to the 50′, but it is December after all. Rain is in our forecast for a couple of days, even torrential and windward predicted. I’ve never dreamed of a rainy Christmas.

      I would actually live in Ghana, in Bolga where the weather is sort of extreme. During December we had hot, windy, dusty days and cool nights. It was my favorite month of the year.

      I listened to a local rock station and sometimes to the local PBS even back then. My radio was portable. It was my favorite possession until it was replaced by a smaller radio.

      I did Kwanza one year and my friend invited us for a Chanukah dinner and led us through the dinner. Our Christmas dinners are fancier than usual dinners.

      Our world will grow wider again after Joe Biden becomes president. I am hoping that will send Trump and his minions back into the swamps and sewers.

  2. Rowen Says:

    Of course I had to look up the W.T. Grant’s series—just because of S&G and Jimmy Dean on the same record. Judging from the ones I found, the wacky goodness keeps on coming. I would’ve loved to have been in the room when they were choosing cuts for these compilations.

    • katry Says:

      I have Grant’s vinyl, but I don’t know which albums. That’s part of the hunt.

      These compilations astound me. I too wonder who made the decisions. The types of music and the singers are all over the place. I think that’s the fun of them.


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