Invent

St. Brigid/Imbolc was this weekend--another fire opportunity, but the Girlettes couldn't find matches. (They're in the kitchen drawer, but they didn't know that, and they didn't ask.)
Daffodil-gazing was deemed an appropriate replacement:
"It fires up!"

And today is St. Blaise Day--patron of throats.
"We need our throats blessed," they say.
They’d burned all their little candles at Hanukkah, so they used fettuccine.

Gotta be inventive.

Little is known of Brigid or Blaise, but I love that one Catholic site says, "Biographical details are not essential".

That's right. Make 'em up.
We made up all this stuff anyway. Our very own names. Made up!

The other day I told someone that I love religion.
She looked shocked and worried, as if I'd said I love our president. "What do you mean?!"

I said, "I don't mean Christian Nationalism. I mean the way we make stories and art and meaning out of life. Or discover it. Like the dolls."

Of course it can go very badly.
Everything can go very badly.
Make up some new stuff. Better stories.

The dolls say, We are brave inventors!
Yes, but they are scared (!) of groundhogs and left that holiday out.