My typical first-thing-in-the-morning action after hitting the snooze button is to groggily scroll through my phone to the blog post of the day, copy it, and send it out on my social media outlets, then go back to sleep for another ten minutes. On this morning, I realized I hadn’t even gotten around to writing the blog posts for the day, so I sent out some random memory that popped up on FaceBook then went back to sleep for another half hour since it’s Sunday.
In the spirit of such laziness, I am writing out this intro to a post that will be largely about the past, hence these photos from well over a decade ago. Having reached the point where I could basically populate this blog from photos and stories that have already happened, it seems foolish not to take advantage of that now and then. It would allow for greater presence in the moment.
To that end, here’s a brief list of some of the November 26ths that have come before – and it’s interesting to note how one’s insufferability can remain largely intact despite the tick of time. Happy Sunday to you – click the inks below at your own risk…
On November 26th in 2012, I was apparently much more put-together, as that was the date I premiered the Holiday Card of that year (these days I wait until at least December). I mean… Christ!
On November 26th in 2013, all I cared about was grooming.
On November 26th in 2014, it was all about getting bred.
On November 26th in 2015, it was Thanksgiving! (And there will likely be another one…)
On November 26th in 2016, we raised our glasses of Christmas cheer.
On November 26th in 2017, the spell of Savannah was pulling us all under.
On November 26th in 2018, there was this pre-holiday recap. And this wretched trip to Joann’s.
On November 26th in 2019, ice cracked in clay and the curtain went up on a host of new holiday traditions.
On November 26th in 2020, things got thankful and poetic.
On November 26th in 2021, we presented vibrant florals on Black Friday and Harry met Santa.
Finally, on November 26th last year, there was holly but no ivy, and this shirtless glimpse of the diabolical.
