Trying To Capture the Christmas Spirit on a Sunday

At this time last year, I was live tweeting the Christmas movie, Die Hard. It was the exact moment in 2010 when I was filled with the Christmas spirit the most. It was fun and it made me smile. But, if you've been following my mental blabbering, I haven't yet experienced the same feeling this year. I am feeling very much like I am covered with some sort of plastic sheeting that is repellent to everything.

I feel like I am not allowed to feel the Christmas spirit at all. I have been denied. I function normally throughout my days but when start thinking about the holidays, I just want it to be spring already. Everything that is going on has dulled my desire for Christmas. I have heard that many people experience something quite similar but I have yet to figure out how to break out of it.

So, when I woke up this morning to my cell phone chirping away, I did what anyone trying to capture a feeling for Christmas does. I went shooting. There is nothing like holding a .357 Magnum in your hand and squeezing off numerous rounds into a target 100 yards away. Actually, I think it was 50 yards but who is counting. I had the most powerful hand gun in the world cracking off bullet after bullet in my hand. We then moved to the .22 target range gun thing they use for competitons. Am I any good? Hardly. I don't think I hit the target at all with the .357 but I did not too badly with the .22 and I am sure I hit my dad's target a few times as well. My dad is quite the shot considering he has limited vision in one eye. Sadly, with my great eye sight, I sucked the big one.

When I got home, I hung Christmas lights. Yah. That is what I did. For a few hours. It was good. Finally, in the afternoon, I went off to see my sister sing in Handel's Messiah at the Farquar Auditorium at the University of Victoria.

All in all. A good day. Best one I have had in months. I must dash. Off to the ferry, I must go...