On the Eighth Day of Christmas
Date night. No blogging. Go away.
On the Seventh Day of Christmas
In our house, New Years eve does not mean parties and champagne. It means "Lord of the Rings" and sharing a beer. To each...
On the Sixth Day of Christmas
Today I finished reading The Innkeeper's Song (yes, again) which remains my favorite book of all time. And it has absolutely nothing to do with robots in even the smallest measure.
On the Fifth Day of Christmas
Waking up from our own beds today, I said, "So family, goals for the day?"
The kid says, "My goal is to wear pajamas all day and never even go outside at all."
"Noble goal."
On the Fourth Day of Christmas
After a pleasant visit with family, and friends-that-are-family, now homeward bound. I miss the cat.
On the Third Day of Christmas
In the park today, a couple dozen kids were climbing and puddle-jumping--my own little mouse in the midst--all wearing crisp caps and sweaters in never-been-washed bright colors, and all two sizes too big.
Interlude
A friend threw down a journaling challenge this year and I picked up the gauntlet: a one-sentence journal entry for each of the twelve days of Christmas.
Long ago I kept a hardcopy journal, though my personal expoundings have been winding up on the blog more and more over the last eight years, to the extent that now my paper journal is filled with no more but the printouts of blog entries the didn't meet the standards of my own personally elected censorship board to be published here.
On the Second Day of Christmas
Traveling well-known roads often seems to take little time at all, your tires know the way so well; it's more of a palette cleanser as you trip along from one home to another.
On the First Day of Christmas
Cheers. Here's to kids who ask what reindeer hooves would sound like on the roof, to wrapping paper all over the living room, to cousins who giggle so much together that they hardly get a word in between, to family who argue about politics even when we're all on the same side, to homemade cookies, and homemade music, to family, and family, and Christmas. May your days be merry and bright.
Oh The Weather Outside is Frightful
It's cold here. I'd say "unseasonably cold" but 'tis the season after all, so I guess that just makes it plain old cold. Early in the morning when I'm scraping ice off my car window I have more colorful adjectives for it.
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