January 17, 2010
Winter Altar, 09
Filed under: Rituals
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It's taken me an embarrassingly long time to take pictures of an altar that went up nearly a month ago. (December 23rd; I was tired, sick and getting my ass kicked by a racing pulse that refused to go away but I REALLY wanted to get everything up for Christmas Eve.) Since it - and everything else Yuletide related - has to come down this weekend I finally broke out the tripod last night and took some photographs.
If it were just Italics and I living our Choose You Own Adventure life I'd seriously consider keeping the majority of our Christmas decorations up all year round. Unfortunately (for us), we don't, and by mid-January the in-laws begin resenting the decked out eight foot tree that's still glowing every night.
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(IT MAKES ME HAPPY, OKAY? BESIDES, IF YOU REMOVED THE OVERTLY "CHRISTMAS" ELEMENT - I.E., SEASONAL RED AND GOLD TREE DECORATIONS - THEN YOU'RE JUST LEFT WITH CLEAR FAIRY LIGHTS AND FAKE EVERGREEN. HOW EASY WOULD IT BE TO CREATE A SUMMER/SPRING TREE WITH FAKE WOODLAND ANIMALS MADE OF TWIGS AND RUSTIC, NATURAL MATERIALS, FEATHERED BIRD DECORATIONS, LITTLE STYROFOAMESQUE MUSHROOMS AND GARLANDS OF FLOWERS?)
Unseasonal decorations aside, it's never a good idea to leave anything you want, need, are working on or is personally significant to you out for an extended period of time because it's inevitable (NO, REALLY, IT IS, I'M WORKING ON NEARLY A DECADE OF PERSONAL EXPERIENCE, OKAY?) that Mr. Awesome, my father-in-law, will eventually ruin, break, kill, throw out or execute a similar action that's so amazingly stupid and inconsiderate that the "situation" will leave you itching for your blunt machete. (<- DON'T EXPECT MERCY FROM AN AUTISTIC ARIES WITCH, ESPECIALLY IF YOU'VE FUCKED WITH HER SHIT.)
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Last year? He used my Winter altar as a trashcan. Seriously. I was first SUPER CRAZY INSANE PISSED. (See?) And then I was SUPER ANGRY PISSED. (See?) The difference between SUPER CRAZY INSANE PISSED and SUPER ANGRY PISSED? When I'm S.C.I.P. I try my fucking hardest to NOT think about crushing my antagonizer's bloody heart in my fist (translation: HEART ATTACK, BITCH!). When I'm S.A.P. I just have to restrain myself from getting in someone's face with an exasperated "DUDE, SERIOUSLY, WTF?".
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(I know it probably sounds amazingly fantasy magic novel, but...sometimes I manage to scare myself when I'm super crazy insane pissed. Retard rage is like a divine bolt of lightening - I can feel SOMETHING doubling up on itself within me, waiting for a direction to be pointed in. When I get upset - I mean, SRSLY UPSET - it feels like someone broke the last seal and Armageddon's at-the-fucking-doorstep eminent.)
(Suffice to say, "temperamental" and "moody" are way too fucking gracious to describe my notoriously short fuse. But this entry isn't about my short bursts of embodying War during moments of barely controlled rage, so I'll save the topic for another day.)
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As of now Italics's father has somehow managed to NOT fuck with, ruin, break or throw out any of my altar shit which means my time of grace is running out. Prolong exposure is a recipe for disaster, so while he's away this weekend I'll be deconstructing our Winter altar and reverting the communal lounge into its former boring self. (I RESENT HAVING TO TAKE EVERYTHING DOWN AS MUCH AS MY IN-LAWS RESENT MY HAPHAZARD ATTITUDE TOWARDS SEASONAL DECORATIONS.)
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Because I have an exciting day of WRAPPING PACKAGES, CLEANING OUT THE RAT CAGE, DECONSTRUCTING THE WINTER ALTAR and REMOVING CHRISTMAS DECORATIONS I'm going to skip out on breaking the spread down object by object. (Sorry!) If you have a question about anything in particular you can leave a comment via my Flickr photostream.
PS: Had I known that cables were jutting out EVERY-FUCKING-WHERE making the lounge look a bona fide crackhouse I would've totally corrected the visual imperfection. (YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE HOW MUCH I HATE CREATING OR PRODUCING SOMETHING THAT ISN'T PERFECT. SERIOUSLY. MY FEAR OF IMPERFECTION HAS KEPT ME FROM LEARNING A LOT OF FUCKING FOLK ART AND STARTING NEW HOBBIES.)
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