On rethinking the year as a series of Festivals (a repost)

NOTE: As stated in the title, this is a repost of something I wrote a couple years ago toward the end of summer. Now that Thanksgiving 2025 is in the rear-view mirror and most people who took the long weekend are going back to work tomorrow (except me! I took Monday off! HAHAHA!!!), we’re solidly into The Christmas Season, or The Holidays, or whatever you call this time of year. Now, I’ve always been one to factor Thanksgiving mentally into “The Holidays”: after all, that term is plural, and for me it includes not two but three separate holidays that all reflect a common theme of people coming together to celebrate one another. (In my view, celebrating Christmas absent the actual Christian content of the day is not a bad thing at all.) I hear it every single year, the vexation at Christmas-themed content before Thanksgiving, and the complaint that “We should keep our holidays separate!” That does not work for me and never has, for various reasons that I think pertain to our societal view of Time and what feels to me a hard-wired suspicion of anything that isn’t directly related to what we’re SUPPOSED to be doing with our time, which is WORK. Anyway, here’s how I tend to see the year as we move through it.

(Image credit: “Father Time”.)

It’s late August, which means it’s time for an increasingly dreary annual tradition: people posting on social media to complain about the arrival of Pumpkin Spice items in the stores and elsewhere.

First of all, there’s the usual proviso: Let People Like Things! No, your summer isn’t any shorter because the Pumpkin Spice stuff is showing up. No, you’re not being forced into cold nights or flannel shirts or raking the leaves (by the way, raking leaves is dumb and you should stop doing it) or going back to school any earlier. Just relax. The clock is not actually affected by the arrival of the Pumpkin Spice stuff.

But on the other hand…I get it, to an extent. It’s all driven by Big Retail’s cost-control and inventory-management strategies. That’s the only reason all the seasonal stuff always shows up freakishly early and seems to be gone when the actual season is in full swing. Big Retail’s problem is that it wants to sell the popular seasonal stuff to the people that love it, but retail doesn’t want to get stuck with leftover stuff if they make too much of it after the season is over. Thus you have the inherent absurdity of seasonal merchandise hitting the market well before the actual season starts, and then–and this is the part that pisses me off–disappearing from the market before the actual season has even ended.

I guarantee you this, folks: for the most part, Pumpkin Spice stuff will have completely disappeared sometime in the first half of November at the latest, except for whatever hanger-on items exist because they just didn’t fly off the shelves as planned. So when Thanksgiving Week rolls around and you’re actually thinking, “Wow, I am really in the mood for a pumpkin spice item right now,” you will be out of luck. Because the Christmas stuff, with the eggnog and the mint flavorings, will have touched down.

And that will keep on going! Because you’ll try to hit the store up to buy some last-minute Christmas candy, maybe on December 23, and you’ll be out of luck, because the stores will have sold it all down and put out the stuff for that noted holiday for which everybody on earth is known for shopping for way in advance, Valentine’s Day.

That’s just how retail thinks, and yes, it’s deeply annoying. It’s the exact same mindset that leads to the absurdity of it being really hard to find a nice winter coat in February or a new swim suit in late July.

Another dirty secret of all this is that for a lot of specifically seasonal merchandise, stores can’t even re-order. They get one giant shipment of it all at once, and then they work through it until it’s gone. If you’ve noticed that the Halloween candy is already showing up at stores? And you’re thinking, “Geez, we’re still more than two weeks from Labor Day!”? Well, that stuff arrived at the stores almost a month ago. Yup.

Businesses can claim this is all about “market forces” and it’s just what the market wants, but that’s a lot of special pleading; what’s really at work is the desire to sell what one might while also not being stuck with what one can’t. And I don’t know what the solution to that is, but that is the problem you need to solve if you want the Christmas stuff to at least not be on display until November 15 and the Pumpkin Spice stuff to sit in reserve until September. What it all boils down to, as always in our Capitalist society, is profit. And it has been determined that this is the road to maximizing profit.

As I’m thinking of this, though, I remember my earlier thoughts from about thinking of the year less in terms of being punctuated by holidays and more like being a series of festivals, not unlike the old church calendar. I’m not much of a liturgical person, but I do think the church calendar from the Middle Ages did represent a relationship with time that might have been in ways more healthy than the one we have going on now. We seem to approach holidays grudgingly, don’t we? We make sure to limit our holidays to one day, and then the day after, it’s time to put it all away and get back to work. Holidays in America are occasional interruptions in the real important thing: working and ensuring profit for somebody (almost always not ourselves). Our approach to holidays, all of them, is of a piece with our approach to time off from work in general. We take less vacation time than anybody else on Earth, and when we do take vacation, we get back to work to an overflowing inbox that makes the mere act of taking earned vacation feel like something that merits a punishment.

And all of that is baked into our general societal distrust of pleasure and leisure, which is a bigger topic than I’m going to solve right here…but I do like the idea of framing our calendar into a series of festivals. Here’s how I would break it all down:

September 15 through November 1: Autumn Harvest. This is the Pumpkin Spice period. Flannels, earth tones, pumpkin, big pots of chili, falling leaves. Also Halloween! I know that lots of people, including some dear friends of mine, would straight-up make this entire Festival Halloween, but not everyone is into the spooky/supernatural scene as strongly. It would definitely have a strong presence, though.

November 1 through The Night Before Thanksgiving: Winter Gathering. I call it this because this is usually when a lot of us start loading up on things we expect to need soon: food for Thanksgiving, or heating pellets, or whatever. It’s colder, but not actually winter yet.

Thanksgiving through January 2: Winter Lights. I dunno, I might come back and change the name of this…I thought about just calling it “Christmas” and making that into a whole Festival, because that’s how I see it, but that’s not especially inclusive, is it? A whole lot of religions have winter celebrations, and it would be nice if our societal calendar was maybe a bit less centered on the trappings of Christendom.

January 3 through February 15: Winter Meditation. This is when winter gets quieter, more reflective. But not always! This period includes Valentine’s Day and the Super Bowl, so…yeah. Generally, though, this period can be for refocusing, thinking things through, and just plain living.

February 16 through March 17: Spring training. Because there’s a sense that things are starting to shift a bit once the pitchers and catchers report!

March 18 through April 30: Reawakening. Obviously this includes the Vernal Equinox and Easter. In most places in this country this is when Spring really takes place. (Not in my neck of the woods, sadly…spring in Buffalo is generally awful, but we’ll see what our old friend Climate Change does for that….)

May 1 through June 20: BeltaneYes, I’m co-opting an ancient Celtic festival name for this period. By this point spring is well underway, baseball games actually count toward the standings, and hockey and basketball are starting to work toward their respective championships.

June 21 through July 31: High SummerYup, this is summer proper. Grilling, campfires, trips to the beach, yada yada yada. It’s also generally my personal least favorite time of year, after spring (again, this is just because of the nature of where I live), but I do acknowledge that I’m liking it more with each passing year, as my body does that thing that most peoples’ do as the years accumulate: feeling cooler every year. I wonder why this happens….

August 1 through September 14: Golden Summer. There’s a term in photography: Golden hour, which indicates roughly the hour right after sunrise and the hour right before sunset, when the sun’s angle in the sky is low and thus the light is less harsh and, well, more golden. This is the hour when the day tends to be its most beautiful, just in terms of the light that’s in the air. And yes, it’s a magical time for taking photos. Well, I think that this particular stretch of time is when summer is its most beautiful. By this point it’s still warm and bright, but the summer days feel less like a thirteen-hour bath in hot blazing sunlight. This is the time of cooling and fireflies in the woods and the campfires blazing under actually darkening skies.

And that brings us back to Autumn Harvest.

Nothing here suggests the replacement or abandonment of specific holidays, mind you! But I really do tend to see the calendar as a grouping of “times of year” than of specific dates, and I even go a bit broader than what I outline here: In my life, I tend to see “Golden Summer” and “Autumn Harvest” as not-entirely-distinct periods that begin with the Erie County Fair and last up to, and even beyond, our annual trip to Ithaca and the Finger Lakes in late September or early October. And I really do mentally file all of November and all of December and the first few days of January into one big “Christmastime” season. I just don’t see why every holiday has to be its own unique and separate atomic entity whose celebration is a complete in-and-of-itself kind of thing.

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Something for Thursday (Thanksgiving edition)

Watching the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade this morning is one of our very rare forays into commercial television each year. We have become such infrequent viewers of commercial television that it’s always something of a shock to us to have to endure all the advertising. We’re always like, “We just watched four minutes of teevee! Now we have to sit through another six minutes of commercials?!”

I have to admit that I have mixed feelings about the common practice of using old songs on commercials. On the one hand, it does at times feel a bit…dirty. But on the other hand, there are a lot of songs I actually end up hearing because they get used in a commercial here or there. (Well, maybe not a lot, since we rarely watch commercials, but the number isn’t non-zero either.) This is one such song: a duet of Bob Dylan and Johnny Cash, called “Girl From the North Country”. If I’ve heard this before, I don’t remember it…but I heard it a bunch this morning on an ad that was repeated quite a bit during the Macy’s Parade. (What was it advertising? I’ve no idea!)

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“Vultures, vultures everywhere!”

Eighty-three years of Casablanca.

This morning I got in the car, turned on the radio, and as I was preparing to switch it over to my phone’s output so I could listen to a podcast, the announcer on WNED indicated that they were about to play a suite of Max Steiner’s wonderful music for Casablanca, because the film opened eighty-three years ago today.

That movie has been a part of my world my entire life. I didn’t watch it myself until sometime during, or immediately after, my freshman year of college, but I was always aware of it, and my parents always spoke very highly of it. I remember when I watched it the first time I thought, “Yeah, that’s pretty damned good, I don’t know if it’s quite as good as everyone makes it out to be, but that’s a damned good movie.”

A while later I watched it again, though…and I discovered something that Roger Ebert would later write about: the fact that Casablanca is, somehow, always better the second time. There’s just something about it that makes it a “pretty good” watch the first time and makes it utterly engrossing the second time around…and each and every time thereafter.

Eighty-three years.

When I was a kid, Casablanca was my benchmark for “an old movie”. Since it was only 29 years old when I was born, I guess I kind of set “twenty-nine years old” as my thought for what constituted an “old movie”. So, using that metric, here in the Year of Our Lord 2025, new “old movies” include Independence Day, Scream, Jerry Maguire, and the first Mission: Impossible movie.

Anyway, here’s the Max Steiner suite I listened to this morning on my ride to work. This is music to put you in the mood to be a big inconvenience to Nazis…which honestly, is saddeningly needed right now, innit?

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Tuesday Tones

Here’s something I didn’t know until today when I was driving home: English composer Frederick Delius lived for a time in Florida in the 1880s, during which he managed a local orange grove while he studied with a noted organist in Jacksonville. From this stay arose one of Delius’s most popular works, The Florida Suite. We’re only concerning ourselves with one movement from the suite, because our focus in this series right now is music inspired by water.

The orange grove Delius managed was on the St. Johns River, which is the longest river in Florida, running over 300 miles from headwaters south of Orlando to its mouth near Jacksonville. The river runs parallel to the seacoast, and it’s actually a fascinating river to track on Google Earth, as it winds back and forth and into and out of large lakes along its path.

Since the St. Johns doesn’t have much elevation drop at all, its flow is generally slow and sometimes even ebbs with the shifting of the tides. Thus Delius’s work, which paints a tone picture of life along a slowly moving waterway. There is little drama here, just the slow life spent along a slow river.

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Another Sunday quiz-thing as I sip my coffee to the sound of a snoring greyhound and cats doing…cat stuff

This one‘s pretty quick and easy!

1) Has anyone ever told you “I love you” but you didn’t say it back?

 

I don’t think so.

2) Do you consider yourself organized?

 

Hahahaha! No. I try, but I do not think I’ll ever really get there.

3) Where do you look first when you go clothes shopping?
 

“How well does this go with overalls?” or, “Which pair of overalls would I most likely pair with this?”

Seriously, that’s how I think, and that’s how I think most people should think when they’re shopping for clothes. Figure out how the item fits into what you already have. And if it doesn’t, think about how if you’re really willing to launch a new fashion concept in your wardrobe. (Hey, if you ARE looking for a new concept to freshen things up, awesome! Have fun!)

4) Do you often reflect on your past in terms of eras or milestones (“it’s been 10 years since X happened”)?
 

Yes, I do, more and more. I try to not do it as much as I’m tempted to do, because as the years pile up, I notice them piling up faster and faster, and the perspective across those years seems different. It’s wild to think about how specific periods of time feel now versus when I was much younger. Take, randomly, “eleven years”. Eleven years ago, we were new to living in this house, we had just adopted our first dog (Hi, Cane! [waves at the Rainbow Bridge]), and more specifically, we were digging out from the biggest snowstorm we had yet experienced. That feels very, very recent, but it’s eleven years ago.

Now, take another eleven-year period from my youth: Superman: The Movie came out in late 1978. Eleven years later, in late 1989, I was in college and I had met (purely as an acquaintance, she was not even remotely on my radar at that time as someone I might want to invite to a movie or something) a girl who would later become The Girlfriend and later on, The Wife.

Two different eleven-year-periods. One feels compressed. The other, even now, feels like an epic journey through time and space. Time is wild.

5) Were you more recently ill or injured (flu vs. twisted ankle)?
 

Definitely the former, though I’m not even sure when that would have been. It was almost certainly a minor cold, and it’s been a while since I even had one of those. (Oh, I just got my annual flu shot the other day! Next up is my annual COVID booster–that’s “the jab”, for all you weirdos out there who think Ivermectin is a thing–and at some point very soon I have to think about getting my shingles shots. And by “think about”, I mean, I have to get off my ass and get my shingles shots.)

By the way, one very convenient aspect of getting older is that you don’t even have to do anything for injuries to happen! Your back can throw itself out when you’re just standing there, not trying to lift a damned thing! That’s really quite a timesaver, innit?

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It’s so bright here on the outside….

Wow! I didn’t actually plan to take four days of break from posting here; I had a nice little streak going there, too! But, that’s what happens. Truth to tell, I spent four days in jail for faking my car’s registration and inspection stickers with a Sharpie. Oops!

OK, no, that wasn’t me. But what a story, eh? As President Josiah Bartlet once noted, “Some of the stupidest criminals in the world are working right here in America. I’ve always been very proud of that.”

Anyway, yes, I’m still kicking with a pulse and everything. Nothing major, just the usual stuff of “Busy at work, quite a bit to do at home”. Not that anyone asked, which come to think of it, I now find a little rude!

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Tuesday Tones

A month or two ago when I was doing a series of music posts using music inspired by the moon, one post featured a work by Italian composer Ludovico Einaudi. As I seem to do whenever I find a new piece (new to me, anyway) by Einaudi, I always end up saying something like “I need to explore Einaudi’s music more!” And then I don’t, really, until the next time I’m looking for inspiration.

Which brings us to the current series, which is “Music inspired by water”.

Yes, I need to listen to the album this comes from, which is apparently highly regarded; it’s called In A Time Lapse. Yes, I need to listen to more Einaudi.

I haven’t found anything specific about this track, just its title, but it’s called “Waterways”, so that counts. Right? And it’s hypnotically beautiful. Kind of like a waterway.

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Do you have submechanophobia, Charlie Brown?

I never knew about a thing called submechanophobia until we traveled to Hawaii in 2021, and The Daughter reacted very strongly against the idea of going to the Pearl Harbor Memorial and seeing the Arizona. The idea of looking down at a sunken ship freaked her out. I looked it up and I learned that this is very real.

Here’s a video I saw online today:

Apparently this is a shipwreck off the shore of Tobermory, Ontario. Tobermory is a town at the end of Bruce Peninsula, which extends into Lake Huron, and from what I have found out, there are around twenty shipwrecks in those waters. (We may have just finished noting the power of Lake Superior, but there are four other Great Lakes, and each one has done in its fair share of ships.)

I’ve never found myself looking down at a shipwreck in clear water before (we couldn’t even visit the Arizona! there was a problem with the docks for the boats that go over to it), so I don’t know how eerie I would find this, but while I do not suffer from the phobia in question, I can certainly see why it’s a phobia. Human-made stuff isn’t supposed to be down there, after all, and human-made things in the incorrect context can be creepy indeed…plus it’s a reminder that there’s a whole part of our world, that comprises most of our world, that we can’t visit without help and for small amounts of time.

I remember one such instance when I was a kid. My parents started canoeing heavily when I was 10 or 11, and I often accompanied them on these expeditions. One favorite waterway was the Allegheny Reservoir, which is a large lake in both New York and Pennsylvania, created by the erection in 1965 of the Kinzua Dam near Warren, PA. The reservoir is over 20 miles long, and it flooded valleys and caused the ends of a number of hamlets and villages as it filled.

One afternoon we were canoeing at Willow Bay, one of the reservoir’s many inlets. Since the Allegheny had been dammed at Kinzua in 1965, my father had been through the region before its flooding and remembered it. Thanks to a sign near the boat launch indicating the former site of a village, my father knew that he had driven through the place where we were paddling…and minutes later he looked down to see, just a few feet below the water, a road.

And that road is still visible today on Google Earth. Here is Willow Bay. Note the road, what’s left of it, emerging from the woods overgrowing it and then plunging, straight as an arrow, beneath the waters of the artificial lake.

What have you seen in the water?

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A Saturday Morning Quiz Thing

Here’s a quiz from Sunday Stealing! I’m doing this because it’s early Saturday morning and I’m sitting here with a mug of tea and I don’t really want to do anything productive quite yet but I need to post something (I’m sitting on a nice little string of consecutive days posting stuff!), so here we go:

What 10 Questions Can Tell You the Most about a Person

1. If you were an animal, what animal would you be?

Well…I’m prone to long periods of inactivity punctuated by short bursts of activity, and I can be motivated by food, so I guess I’d be a greyhound. Huh.

2. Are you generous?

I certainly hope so! I constantly wish I had more resources to support all the things that need supporting. (And people.)

3. Of the following, which consistently gives you the most pleasure: a) music, b) money, c) books, d) science, e) spirituality, f) food and wine, g) movies?

Sheesh, I love all those things! Maybe not spirituality, but I suppose it would depend on how we define that. I certainly enjoy the sense of community and participation in humanity that all the other things bring. And money isn’t something I love, but I sure love that having it brings the ability to pursue all the other things. Oh, and I’d add photography and other visual arts, too.

(By the way, maybe this belongs in a longer essay, but “Money can’t buy happiness!” is complete and utter bullshit and anyone saying it should be laughed out of the room.)

4. Describe your dancing ability.

I don’t have any. I probably could, as I have a fine sense of rhythm, but I have never danced much. Now, if I was to ever take an actual class in dance, I suspect I’d be OK at it. At least, not “Elaine Benes” bad.

5. What do you think your worst enemy really thinks of you?

“That guy is a liberal pinko weirdo with no fashion sense and isn’t manly enough.” (Now, I have no idea who is thinking this, but if I had a “worst enemy”, this is probably at least part of their thought process.)

6. Can you tell when someone is lying to you?

Depends on the person and the lie, doesn’t it?

7. Describe how it feels to fall in love.

Well, your brain kind of goes all foggy and your thoughts go all “What if I did this weird thing I would never otherwise do? Would that impress that person?” and people are often doing the snapping-fingers-in-your-face thing to get your attention because once again you’re thinking about the oh-so-cute thing that person did the other day and how you really want to revisit the lovely conversation you had with them that time so you cook up all manner of weird conversational gambits to get that topic back again. Oh, and there can be uncomfortable bloating, too. Be careful. A thing of Tums helps.

8. In deadly peril, what three people would you want in a foxhole with you?

Superman, Wonder Woman, and Captain America.

9. What is your greatest weakness?

Well, my sweet tooth doesn’t do me any favors. And I’m likely to pay a lot less heed to your character flaws if you look good in a pair of overalls.

10. If you were to live out the rest of your life as your favorite fictional character, which would you choose?

I could cheerfully live as Bilbo Baggins, in all honesty. Books and food and warm fires? And some of the hobbits wear something similar to overalls!

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