Did I Mention He Chews Cords?

2016_12_30-01I went behind the drapes to get some yarn out of my yarn stash and realized that the fat(cat)boy’s Littermaid had no lights on.  I checked to see if it was plugged firmly into the socket, tried to turn it off and on, and then saw this >>>.  The reason the Littermaid wasn’t working was because the little schmoe had chewed the Littermaid’s power cord practically in two.

Fortunately, I am a packrat.  I’ve had multiple Littermaids over the years and in the process I accumulated an extra power cord, which I had squirreled away, so I didn’t have to track one down and order it and wait for it to get here (scooping the while).  After I got the Littermaid plugged back in and operational again, I taped the cord firmly to the wall and baseboard with clear packing tape. Hopefully, he won’t try to chew on the part of the cord that comes out from the transformer, which does protrude invitingly. Now that I think about it, I may need to tape down the cord to his pet fountain, while I’m deterring the behavior. . . .

I swear, one of these days the little dweeb is going to chew through a cord and fry his little gizzard.  I’m surprised he hasn’t done it already.

The Wave of the Future?

I hope so. These people were driving in a Tesla car on a highway in the Netherlands.  The amazing thing is that the Tesla’s autopilot (a safety feature that uses radar) had already practically braked the car to a stop before the driver even realized there had been an accident!

The even better news is that no one was seriously injured in the accident.

The Desk Is All Sorted

2016_12_28-01I finished the Hat From The Blue Lagoon this afternoon, which was the only pressing project as it has to go into the mail when I go out tomorrow.  It was only about 2 o’clock so I bit the bullet and went after my cordless drill.  This is how my desktop was.  You can see how everything is all jammed 2016_12_28-02together and there’s hardly any room on the left hand side for a plate or anything especially if my knitting bowl is over there.   A glass or cup obscured a portion of my monitor.  A salad plate would barely fit before.  Now I can get a dinner plate over there, even when my knitting bowl is over there. You can see at right how crowded everything is on the table top.  My phone was back behind the right-hand monitor between it and the tower.   In the picture at top, you can see something green to the right of the desk (my trash can — there was a time when I could not have an uncovered waste basket in my house because a certain white cat would tip it over, rummage through the contents, eat anything paper in it, and then refund it on the carpet.  Alas he went to that great cat tree in the sky last year at the ripe old age of 15).  The new desk extends all the way over that green trash can to the black filing cabinet.

Well, I disentangled and disconnected all the computer equipment and moved it off to the side out of harm’s way (and the fat(cat)boy’s — have I mentioned he’s a cord chewer?), dragged the old desk out into the hall and took the legs off it.  They are nice sturdy, heavy, metal legs with casters on as you can see below.  I got the shrink wrap off the new Ikea table top flipped it over and began marking it to predrill for the screws that attach the legs.  The second hole I predrilled, I realized that the solid area ended about six inches in from each end, and beyond that, the desktop material was not2016_12_28-03 nearly as solid and was likely not going to hold the screws.  (It also explained why the table top was so light.) However, in each corner, holes had been predrilled so you could attach a set of Ikea legs to the table top, and that area was designed to hold screws in, so I had to position my metal legs where the screws would go into that area. However, that was no biggie. Did my predrilling, put the screws in, turned it back over and there it was.

2016_12_28-04I had some plastic shelf liner that looks like grass cloth which doesn’t completely cover the table top, but that’s OK.  It covers the bit where food or liquid might get spilt.  Then I put everything back on it and hooked it all up.  As you can see, there’s much more room on the left side for a glass or cup, my knitting bowl, and anything else I want to put there — All told, it took me about an hour and a half from start to finish, and cost $30 bucks.

When I bought the food for Thanksgiving dinner, I bought an extra container of dressing and froze it.  This last time I went grocery shopping, I bought some “Carving Board” turkey.  I thawed the dressing and put it in the oven about an hour ago, and I got my hammer and church key and opened a can of jellied cranberry sauce.  My timer just went off, which means the dressing is done — Dinner Time!

This Just In:  Yes, a dinner plate fits quite nicely to the right of my computer keyboard. I had brought home a share of the cheesy potatoes my mom made for Christmas dinner and I’m having them with my turkey, dressing and cranberry sauce.  Nums!

One more thing on the house sorting agenda is the sewing table still set up in my bedroom.  I still have that one more lap robe to do, and the table is starting to collect things — things that need to be dealt with — that I have parked there, intending to deal with them later.  Apparently, it’s not later yet.

I have a “preventive maintenance” dental appointment tomorrow, and I go see my PCP Friday who has been concerned about my blood pressure.  I have a cuff at home and I’ve been spot checking it, and I notice it is much improved now that I am over the stress of the move and have the house pretty well sorted.   Now that I have my new desktop in place, the reader’s table fixed, and the draft from the fireplace contained, I should be able to settle in and do some serious shawl knitting and binge TV watching starting tomorrow evening. That will be good, because the next knitting projects on the agenda are three shawls.

Getting Stuff Done and Blogging Using The Columbus Method

The day got off to a slow start.  At about 2 o’clock, I was eating my cheddar cheese and bacon on toast sandwich (with the cheese melted in the microwave — NUM!)and had two bites left when the phone rang.  It was the garage door guy.  He was on his way.  I scampered up the hall toward the garage, grabbed my car keys, popped the last bite of sandwich in my mouth and backed the car out.  Leaves and grass had blown into the garage and I was industriously sweeping them back out when the garage door guy drove up.  (If my mom had seen me sweeping out my garage, she would have laughed and laughed . . . but I don’t wear shoes in the house, and I can’t see having to go put shoes on just to nip out into the garage for tools or something I’m storing out there.  I swept it out because I was starting to track leaf bits back into the house on my socks.)  Anyway, I used my new push broom and it works great.

I had said I wanted a garage door opener with a remote that would make the door go up if it was down or go down if it was up, a switch by the door that would do the same thing, and one that also had a light that would come on when the door was raised or lowered, and then turn off by itself after a set length of time. That’s exactly what I got, your basic, no frills garage door opener.  I are so happy.

2016_12_27-01While the guy was installing the door, I folded laundry and put it away.  Then I thought, what the heck.  I’ll fix that durn reader’s table.  I cleared it off, took off the little plastic shelf liner cover I had cut to fit on top, took the plug strip off the underside (where I plug in my internet radio, task light, and Kindle — when I actually use it for reading), and got it out into an area of the living room floor where I could get at it.   I was cutting the clear packing tape I had wrapped around it in yet another fruitless attempt to get it to remain at the height I set it at (which left sticky goo behind when I took it off), when the garage opener guy knocked on the door to say he was done with the installation.

2016_12_27-02After I put my car back in the garage and used the remote to close the door (!), I got in the storeroom and got my cordless drill, and fetched my little container of drill bits (yes, I am a Toolbelt Diva), and the boxes where I have a variety of screws and found some long enough to do the job.  (Deck screws, which I had threatened to use on it, would have been too long and too big.)  I found the correct height and measured it to double check once I got it back down on the floor. I predrilled holes and screwed 8 screws into that sucker.  It better not move now!  (Of course, sawdust stuck to all the sticky goo left from the packing tape and I can’t get it off.)

2016_12_27-05Once I got the screws in, I put it all back together.  Put the plug strip back on the bottom, plugged things back in, put the cords in a cord “hose” (ribbed tubing with a slit down the side that you put multiple wires or 2016_12_27-03cords inside to protect them  — in my case from a cat who likes to chew on electrical cords!) and got everything back together.

I was on a roll, now, so next I tackled the fire place.  I pulled the shrink wrap off the piece of glass and put the insulation strips on it and put it behind the fireplace screen.  The insulation strips are between the glass and the brick and make a seal to keep the air from leaking.  The piece of glass is too tall and sticks out about half an inch above the top of the fire place screen, but it’s clear glass, and you can’t really see it.  2016_12_27-04I was careful to wear my rubber gloves while I was handling the glass by the edges carrying it over and putting it in place.  This is a very good life hack to remember — wear rubber dish washing gloves when you’re handling pieces of glass, like the glass in picture frames or window glass or whatever.  Not only will it keep you from cutting yourself on the edges of the glass, but it will make the glass easier to hold onto, especially if you are using glass cleaner on it before you do what you’re going to do with it.  I thought about tackling my computer desk next, but then I thought, no. I’m done for today.  Maybe tomorrow.  (The new desktop is now leaning up against the wall in my office, instead of up against the living room couch, though, so some progress. . .)

When I make my carafe of hot tea, here lately, I’ve been drinking it out of my blue and white teacups with lids.  I keep not paying very close attention when I lift the lid to drink, and I keep holding the lids at an angle that causes the condensation that collects on the underside of the lid to pour right down my wrist and up my sleeve.  I’ve done that five or six times now to the point my sleeve on that hand is now damp.  I did it again just now, which is what made me think of it.  I’m beginning to wonder if I’ve reached the party to whom I am speaking. 

Today while I was trying to write this post, I kept getting the “new improved” WordPress editor, which everybody thinks is so great, but which I loathe and despise.  Usually, I can get the old editor to appear, but not today.  I googled one thing and another, and finally found a workaround using the Columbus method.  You pull up your blog in your browser, and then you add  /wp-admin/  to the end of the URL and go to that URL.

Example:   https://myblog.wordpress.com
becomes:  https://myblog.wordpress.com/wp-admin/

That little added on bit will do an end run around the new dashboard and take you straight to the old dashboard, where you can then access the old editor.  Once you get there, book mark that page and use that book mark every time you want to write a new post or whatever.  It’s a pain in the butt, but not as big a pain in the butt as that stupid “new improved” editor.

Doing something by the Columbus method?  Using an unnecessarily convoluted and round-about method to accomplish a simple task.  Columbus wants to sail from Spain to the East Indies, but he can’t get there via the Mediterranean Sea because Saudi Arabia is in the way, and it takes too long to sail around Africa.  Then he figures, since the earth is round, he can get to the East by sailing west across the Atlantic Ocean and come at it from the other side.  Would have worked, too, if the Americas and the Pacific Ocean hadn’t been in the way.  Of course, now that we’ve got the Panama Canal, you actually can use the Columbus method to sail from Spain to the East Indies.  Only takes about five times as long as getting there by sailing around Africa . . .

Twas The Day After Christmas . . .

img_0003We had a lovely Christmas dinner at my mom’s (far left), with our dear friends C & DK, and my BFF (not pictured).  My mom had ham and cheesy potatoes, and CK brought a dish with peas, mushrooms and cream of mushroom soup, and a cold salad, and we had wine.  It was so much fun to sit and visit.  We had the traditional “Two Dolls Under The Tree” photograph — now in its 13th year.

I had done a buttoned neck warmer for CK and a man cowl for DK for their xmas presents.  I did not get the hat that matched the cowl finished, but as it turned out,  he is not a knitted hat wearer.  He has a cloth cap he got in Ireland, and various brimmed hats that he prefers.  I’ll go ahead and finish the hat anyway but I’ll donate it to the bunch who provide knitted and crocheted hats for people who’ve lost their hair from chemotherapy, so it’ll all work out.

When I left to go to my mom’s, the garage door remote didn’t work and  I had to get out of the car, close the garage door using the wall switch, go through the house, and come out through the front door.  However, since I don’t plan to go anywhere until Thursday, this is the last time I’ll have to do that! — Because this past Friday the lady from Overhead Door called and said there had been a cancellation on the afternoon of the 27th, and would I like to have that appointment? Yes, please! So, Tuesday afternoon!

This morning, I just decided I would have a nice long lie-in and sleep until I got tired of it.  Felt so good.  When I woke up again, I lay there and thought about my desktop leaning against the sofa, and the glass for the fireplace leaning against the china cabinet, and then I thought about sitting at the computer listening to music, reading blogs and knitting, and guess what won out?  I am going to have to get up here in a minute, though, because my carafe of tea is empty and I think I may hear a ham sandwich calling my name . . .

In the knitting news, I wrote two more buttoned cowl/neck warmer patterns, one for my landlady, and one for my cousin-in-law’s mother who turned 94 this past year.   I think I’m about cowled out for now.  I still have a hat to finish for C.J. Cherryh’s wife, and both sets to mail Thursday, which is the next day I have to be out and about.

I’ve got to go out Friday also.  My landlady is out of town until Thursday, and I think Friday I’ll call her and see if I can bring by her cowl, some receipts from the yard lights she’ll need for her taxes, and her new garage door opener remote(!).  I think it’s a good idea for her to have one, like if something should happen while I’m away on a trip, she can get in easily and take care of it.

My alarm clock died, and I had to get a new one.  I like a dual alarm clock — that way, I can keep one alarm set at 9:00 a.m. but can set the other if I need to get up at some other time.  Also, if I’ve got someplace to be at a certain time later in the day, I can set that second alarm so I don’t always have to be watching the clock to check if it’s time to get ready to go.  Got this one, which I’m really liking.  The LED display is not lighted, so I don’t have to turn it face down to hide the light like I did on the other one (I had it stuck behind a picture on my dresser).  But, when this one’s alarm goes off, the face lights up for a few seconds as an additional “alarm.” It’s battery operated, so it’ll still work if the power goes off.

I definitely hear a ham sandwich calling my name.  I’d better go see what it wants.

Twas The Day Before Christmas

As much as I loath Walt Disney for the way he trivialized and sillified some of the great classics of children’s literature, his unrepentant commercialism and for his blatant and pervasive sexism, he had some amazingly talented people working for him over the years (not the least of them Walt Kelly*, whose amazing talent for drawing and caricature has brought me so much joy over the years).  I call your attention to the challenge of animating ballet-dancing ostriches as they did here in Fantasia.  Ostriches legs don’t bend the same way ours do, and yet the animators carefully and logically worked out all the moves — the classical ballet moves are all there, and recognizable to anybody who has even a passing knowledge of the art form. (The animators studied ballets on film and did life drawings from ballerinas who were brought into the studio for that purpose.) And the cherry on top is the inspired idea of tying those delicate little velvet ribbons around those very long ostrich necks.  Putting hippos in tutus seems like an obvious absurdity, yet there’s a hidden message here — grace is every bit as much in the mind of the dancer as as it is in the eye of the beholder.**  At the time (1940), these huge animals had yet to be filmed underwater, where their natural buoyancy supports their great bulk, and where they move every bit as gracefully as Disney’s animators imagined them to.

I might also point out to a younger generation that all the animation in Fantasia was done at a time (late 1930’s) when there was not only no computer animation, there were no computers.  This was a very labor-intensive process and was all done by hand, by artists who used their own talents and knowledge of anatomy to make the drawings work, and by the cel painters who put that art onto celluloid to be filmed.

I was fortunate to be at the right age at the right time to be exposed to a “perfect storm” of animation art.  My childhood and the childhood of television coincided.  When our local television stations were starved for after-school content, they ran all those wonderful movie cartoons from the 1930’s and 1940’s — Popeye, Betty Boop, Looney Tunes, Merrie Melodies, Silly Symphonies — in the days before television, a night out at the movies included not just a feature film, but a news reel and a cartoon.  Those movie cartoons were witty, sly, subversive and satirical — and targeted for adults — which is why I loved them.  Like the best of children’s literature and art, they were not dumbed down for children.  I had the great pleasure and delight of growing into them over the years.  Jokes and allusions sailed over my head, until I became tall enough (and old enough) for them to finally hit me.  Not only were they topical, but they had music — classical music as well as popular music of the day.  Disney’s Silly Symphonies (most of them were quite silly) had all the clichés — Strauss, Bethoven, Mussorgsky, Saint-Saëns, Grieg, Wagner. But my favorites were the great Warner Brothers classics: Their complete overhaul of List and send up of the classical pianist in “Rhapsody Rabbit” and the utter skewering of Wagner in “What’s Opera, Doc?”  Not even Mozart was safe.  So many wonderfully creative talents were involved – Mel Blanc’s wonderful voices, Carl Stalling‘s mastery of the timely musical quote, Michael Maltese and the inimitable Chuck Jones for sheer storytelling moxie.

But this is Christmas Eve, and the Nutcracker season, and despite the fact that Tchaikovsky’s incomparable music is practically inescapable at this time of the year and is practically a seasonal cliché, I still love it.  Tchaikovsky lived at a time when being gay was a criminal, and in some places a capital offense.  Trapped in a rigidly conformist and stultifying society, and with his personal life slowly but surely coming apart at the seams. he poured his soul into his music, producing arguably some of the most lyrical and moving — and accessible —  classical music ever written.

In Fantasia, Disney’s animators had a go at selected bits of Nutcracker.  Here is my all time favorite bit — who would listen to Tchaikovsky’s Arabian Dance and think “fish”?  And yet, somehow, it’s just right.  Remember, as you watch it, that the animators not only had to keep up with all those diaphanous fins, this was all animated by hand:

And here’s the Moscow Ballet’s amazing interpretation of the same music:

Aw, nuts.  It’s Christmas Eve.  I might as well give you the whole schmear.  Here’s Michail Baryshnikov and Gelsey Kirkland, both at the height of their powers, doing the deed.  It’s an hour and 18 minutes of magic.  Find a comfy chair, beverage of choice, snuggle back, put it on full screen and indulge yourself.

*Walt Kelly worked for Walt Disney Studios during the production of “Dumbo.” He was not only an artist, cartoonist and humorist, but his comic strip “Pogo” was a brilliant example of sociopolitical satire at its finest.
**Les Ballet Trockadero de Monte Carlo is a case in point.  These are not great galumphing men in tutus.  They are serious dancers, with a real love of the art they are sending up. If you look past the humor, you will see some astonishingly good dancers.  Putting A 110 lb woman on point is one thing.  Putting A 180 lb man on point (and making him look good there) takes some serious training.

Two and a Third to Go

img_0001Did the above one with tag ends of two different color blends of self=striping yarn.  The green/brown yarn on the top and bottom was the bigger ball, which I divided into two equal sized balls.  I knotted in the blend of purple, black and blue to one ball of the green/brown,and then the second ball of the green/brown onto the purple, black and blue. Cut it pretty close to not having enough yarn.  I might have been able to get two more rows out of what was left, but then again, maybe not.  I like the way the two different color blends of yarn blended with each other.  It’s the pattern with a three-cross cable alternating with a two cross cable, with the levels of the crosses staggered.   It’s difficult to describe the pattern because of the way the cable crosses are patterned.  I wish I could get a better picture of it.

I’ve gotten 4 more cowls finished except for weaving in ends and sewing on buttons.  I have a hat 2/3rds finished, and I have a cowl and a hat to go.  I’ve got nine rows on that last cowl, and it’s going to be interesting.  I’m using some of that Lion Brand Homespun yarn (color: Shaker) together with some Caron Simply Soft yarn (color: black), both strands at the same time. It’s knitting up to be a very nubby, interesting “salt and pepper” mix of light grey, light brown, ecru and black.  Here’s a miscellaneous collection of goodies.

image_medium2Isn’t this wild?  It’s a knitted lap robe. No, I don’t plan to make one.  Too much stuff in the queue in front of it, and I’ve shot my yarn budget for the forseeable future.

Below are two wonderful seasonal illustrations.  I want that sled, but I’d rather have a team of Clydes hooked to it than reindeer.









nq161224The name of the comic strip it’s from is “Non sequitur” and I love this guy’s sense of humor.

shirkcember-1Have fun, stay safe, and hug the people you love.













Thor’s Day, Garage’s Door, and Fudge.

giphyI think I could really get into Thor’s day if Chris Hemsworth was included in the deal . . .  As far as I’m concerned, just his eye candy quotient alone is practically off the chart.

Well, the garage door guy was out bright and early yesterday.  The  good news is that both remotes work.  The actual garage door opener unit, on the other hand, is losing it’s little circuit boarded mind. It’s getting the signal from the remote but is becoming less and less able to figure out what to do with it.  Per my land lady, I called today to see about getting it replaced.  The business we are dealing with has a well-deserved reputation for good service, so I was not surprised that it will be about 10 days before they can fit me into the schedule to replace the unit, so I will just have to deal with it until they can get out to do the deed.  The wall switch is connected directly to the motor and still works reliably, so I can still work the door from that.  Also, if the unit fails completely, there is a pull cord which (if I can reach it!) will disengage the drive on the garage door opener so that the door can be opened and closed manually.  It’s just going to be a pain in the kazoo having to deal with it until the unit can be replaced.  So, there’s that.

h699e4a59I did not have that discussion yesterday with my reader table about maintaining the proper height.  Although I have the glass, I have not put it up to cover the fireplace yet.  All I did yesterday was finish knitting one thing, start knitting another thing, and write another knitting pattern.  It is for a buttoned cowl for my landlady, and I’m liking the way it’s turning out. I’m halfway through knitting it up, and it’s turning out nicely.  My desktop came today, and is leaning up against the couch in the front room still in the box.  I’m sitting at the computer knitting (again) (still) and frankly, the only thing I feel truly motivated to do is crawl back into bed and go back to sleep. I hope I’m not coming down with something.

I still have the Hat From The Blue Lagoon to finish, but it’s not quite as pressing as the buttoned cowl I will finish this afternoon, and the hat and man cowl I still have to do, which have to be finished before Sunday. All that takes precedence over the desk and the fireplace glass.  Fixing the desk is going to be a complex operation — I have to empty off my current desk, which entails dismantling my computer equipment, before I can flip it over and remove the legs, which will then be affixed to the new desktop.  Thankfully, the half sheet of 3/4-inch plywood I have on the floor under my desk (wheels are hard to roll on carpet) will be wide enough to accommodate the wider desk.  In order to do the fireplace, I’ve got to move furniture out of the way so I can lift the fireplace screen down to put the glass up.  And to do the reader’s stand, I’ve got to unplug it and move it over to where I have the clear floor space to deal with it.  Right now, it looks like all that stuff is shifting to next week.

Right now, I’m going to go nuke me a frozen entre that calls itself “Fiesta Chicken” — which does not have any Devil’s Tongue Habañero infused olive oil in it.  Probably just as swell. That stuff would probably melt my crowns.

Oh, and the fudge. My sister-in-law teaches violin at Texas State University three days a week, and commutes between here and San Marcos.  When she’s here, she helps my bro run his busy string instrument repair shop (which shops are few and far between out here in the flatlands.  The next closest ones are in Austin, Tx, and Albuquerque, NM).  Because they both play viola as well as violin, they are much in demand, and are always doing one kind of musical gig or another — string quartets, string ensembles, orchestras, etc.  As a consequence, they tend to hit the holiday season at a dead run.  In addition to her many other talents, my sister-in-law makes excellent fudge candy and somehow always manages to find time to make a big batch for the holidays.  They were on their way to rehearsals at “St. Chris” when they stopped by to drop off my cut.  Since my mom was at choir practice, they gave me her cut, too, making me the designated fudge courier this year.

Tiw’s Day

Tiw was a Germanic deity associated with law and heroic glory and today is his day.  So, we have Sun’s day, Moon’s day, Tiw’s day, Wodin’s day, Thor’s day, Frigg’s day, and Saturn’s day.  Three days named for astronomical objects, and four named for Germanic and Norse gods.

2016_12_20-01Gotta say, though, not a lot of heroic glory happening chez nous at the moment, although there has been some epic lap napping.  The buying and bringing home of a 30″ x 36″ piece of sheet glass is the most daring deed I’ve been able to pull off so far today — glass that was shrinked wrapped to cardboard that had been folded over the two ends, I might add, so not very death defying — unless you count the driving through local traffic to fetch it.

Got through the test all right, and was out in an hour.  Got the cat litter, mailed two packages to my first cousin twice removed in WA, got gas in the car, got the glass and some weather stripping I’m going to try on the sliding door, and made it home by 11:00, which is just fine.  I have things to do and gifts still to make as we begin our descent toward the final approach into Christmas.

Although it’s warmed up noticeably today, we’re still having Rice Krispies weather big-time, with our humidity at a sopping 15%. I had to use a rubber band to do up my hair this morning, since the barrette I usually use is metal and would have shown up on the x-rays.  2016_12_20-03But when I use a rubber band, the pony tail won’t lie flat, which is annoying and uncomfortable when you’re sitting in a wing-back chair.   When I tried to redo it with the barrette, I had a real Colin Clive moment going there for a minute.  I had to dampen my hands and run them over my hair before I could do up my pony tail.  I’m telling you.  Walk from the back bedroom into the kitchen, grab the handle on the refrigerator door and it’s like do-it-yourself electroshock therapy.

I’m about halfway finished with the horseshoe cable buttoned cowl and it is knitting up nicely.  Only 16 stitches on the needle so it goes pretty fast.

2016_12_20-02It’s probably just as swell that I’m at home now, because all that barium I drank this morning is not going gentle into that good night (my apologies to Mr. Thomas for that one).

And speaking of Mr. Thomas, I ran across this very apropos offering.

Or if you prefer your Thomas dished up with a large dollop of Denholm Elliott, there’s this:

And while we’re having Hallmark Moments, here’s this little garland Mr. Capote wove out of memory and word-craft.  Although it’s set in the snowless South, Geraldine Paige makes up for the lack of snow by sparkling with her usual consummate skill.

And for those of a musical bent here’s Carols from King’s Chapel in Cambridge, England.

Now, if all that don’t get you in the Christmas spirit, well, all I can say is, “Bah, Humbug!”