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Ever since I've been renovating my basement the house has turned into a pile of clutter.  There are boxes and papers everywhere.  Everything is very clean but just out of place. I want to discard as many things as I can without throwing out some valuable or sentimental items. Clutter keeps building up as if some force or intelligence is battling against me.  One problem is reading books about how to make my life simpler and uncluttered, instead of taking action.  This wastes a lot of time and energy. Is there some intelligence causing the clutter?  It would be nice to put the blame on someone else.   Maybe my wife is messing things up just to be mean. But that would not make any sense. I could blame it on goblins. But I don't believe in goblins.  Sometimes it just seems as if someone is messing things up. I believe the real cause is entropy. Here is a video that explains it best. This is a bit too theoretical and not practical for what I

Last night I learned that my daughter Laurissa is expecting her first baby!   She phoned as soon as she knew she was pregnant.  I'm so excited.  I wonder how it might feel being a grandfather. Lynette and I playfully called each other grandma and grandpa. A new life is coming in the new year, how wonderful!  

I love  the movie Scrooge (1951) A Christmas Carol with Alastair Sim.  Watching it is a Christmas tradition for me. This year I watched a colorized version. It was great. The colors were not overdone, just enough to give some more detail to the movie. I cut out the brief scene at the beginning of the movie showing Tiny Tim looking into a store window. The automatons seem magical to me.

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Here's a wonderful poem from Teres a Evangeline's site.  Link:   Teresa Evangeline "Childish Things" When they light the candles a little propeller turns the angels around and around. They are of gold, of thin metal, with a trumpet held in front of each mouth, And a sound that comes when a tiny chain drags across a silvery chime. Flecks of light dance on the ceiling from figures that gleam as they pass the flame. That sight, that sound, that warm candle shine through the years. You look out the window: What are you doing with the years that shine around and around when the angels come? ~ William Stafford Yesterday after reading this poem I went out and bought a new candle angel set.  I found the last set!  I was hoping to get a larger version but this one will be fine. I cold not get a clear