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I spent the afternoon at my parents' house, vacuuming and dusting in preparation for Christmas. We are not having our open house with eggnog any more than we had our latke extravaganza, of course, but we will have my brother's family, who have isolated and tested for the purpose. Normally they spend Christmas Day with the in-laws and come to us for Boxing Day, but curiously enough, that is also off the table this year. Everyone has agreed it will be a small holiday. Nonetheless, their friend who runs a chocolate shop came through heroically with the glacéed apricots and candied citron peel for the fruitcakes and plum pudding.
The tree in my parents' living room still looks rather like the "before" scene of A Charlie Brown Christmas (1965), but it has all the right colors of lights on it and we will decorate it tomorrow, as many ornaments as its small branches and long needles will take. After a mystifying near-death experience, my mother's avocado tree rallied with the solstice and is putting out new leaves; her jade plant is jungling out of its pot. The Christmas cactus has managed one fuchsia bloom and is working on another.
I'll have to check the model number tomorrow, but we believe the E-6B flight computer inherited from my father's uncle who was a flight instructor and flew transport over the Pacific during WWII must have been manufactured either late in 1941 or early in 1942 because it says "U.S. Army Air Forces" (instead of "Air Corps") at the top and "Type E-6B" (instead of "AN-C-74") at the bottom and it's made of metal instead of the much more common plastic. It has been kept in good repair; if you can work a slide rule, you can use it. I found my father a manual from 1944.
The pencil marks on the wall next to the stairwell claim that my niece has grown an inch in less than a month, which still leaves her a suitable size to pounce on me and be scooped up in turn.
We lit the candle for my grandfather's yahrzeit.
The tree in my parents' living room still looks rather like the "before" scene of A Charlie Brown Christmas (1965), but it has all the right colors of lights on it and we will decorate it tomorrow, as many ornaments as its small branches and long needles will take. After a mystifying near-death experience, my mother's avocado tree rallied with the solstice and is putting out new leaves; her jade plant is jungling out of its pot. The Christmas cactus has managed one fuchsia bloom and is working on another.
I'll have to check the model number tomorrow, but we believe the E-6B flight computer inherited from my father's uncle who was a flight instructor and flew transport over the Pacific during WWII must have been manufactured either late in 1941 or early in 1942 because it says "U.S. Army Air Forces" (instead of "Air Corps") at the top and "Type E-6B" (instead of "AN-C-74") at the bottom and it's made of metal instead of the much more common plastic. It has been kept in good repair; if you can work a slide rule, you can use it. I found my father a manual from 1944.
The pencil marks on the wall next to the stairwell claim that my niece has grown an inch in less than a month, which still leaves her a suitable size to pounce on me and be scooped up in turn.
We lit the candle for my grandfather's yahrzeit.
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They know I still have a functioning lower back!
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♥
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I think she may be of the age where it just happens exponentially from here. Fortunately, I could still scoop up my godchild as of last summer, so she doesn't have to quit the pouncing any time soon.
Oh, love.
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"Jungling out of its pot" is a great description.
Wakanomori was speaking wistfully about your eggnog the other day. Several times we've made the recipe at Christmastime, but this year we probably will not, as it will be just the two of us ... I mean I suppose we could cut the recipe--make a quarter of it--but I think we probably just simply won't.
The last Christmas tree at the local Stop & Shop was being sold as a Charlie Brown Christmas tree: (hopefully viewable here)
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I really like my niece! She also spent a portion of the evening as a mother cat with a dragon kitten, carrying the stuffed animal in question solicitously in her mouth.
"Jungling out of its pot" is a great description.
Thank you. It is a very emphatic jade plant.
Several times we've made the recipe at Christmastime, but this year we probably will not, as it will be just the two of us ... I mean I suppose we could cut the recipe--make a quarter of it--but I think we probably just simply won't.
However it works this year is however it works. If you do make a quarter-recipe, though, have a wonderful time.
The last Christmas tree at the local Stop & Shop was being sold as a Charlie Brown Christmas tree
Aw! I believe my parents' tree was acquired in similar fashion.
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Also, if you ever want stickers for her featuring recursion, little-known heroines, or weird art, you know where to find them. :D
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It is wonderful to watch. I am glad yours are such gladdening people.
Also, if you ever want stickers for her featuring recursion, little-known heroines, or weird art, you know where to find them.
Got any dragons?
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Dragons can be made to happen. :)
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Have a great holiday!
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I think that's true. Like cats. And dogs, I imagine, although I know less about them.
Have a great holiday!
Likewise!
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*the glacéed apricots and candied citron peel for the fruitcakes and plum pudding*
Yum! A friend's given me a chocolate Green Man plaque. It seems sacrilegious to eat him, but she's assured me she can produce a resin copy. It's all seasonal.
ETA: great tune! I've never been able to make out most of the lyrics.
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Thank you! The pin is a mimic octopus. It was my last year's birthday gift from
A friend's given me a chocolate Green Man plaque. It seems sacrilegious to eat him
No more than John Barleycorn! Post a picture if you can, please? It sounds marvelous.
ETA: great tune! I've never been able to make out most of the lyrics.
I quoted two of the ones I was sure of . . .
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Oh, *drool*. I#ll see if I can find a similar badge.
*No more than John Barleycorn.*
Um, about that. *chagrin* I unwrapped that to take a picture and it actually turns out to be a carnival mask. Which is detailed enough to look like a foliate head in poor light... but I'll go to Specsavers when I'm sure Dominic Cummings isn't about. Sorry!
*I quoted two of the ones I wa sure of...*
At least two more than I've managed!!
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I would be completely unsurprised if you came into possession of a carnival mask that was also a green man.
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Oh right, may peace be upon him!
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Thank you!
*hugs*
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Thank you. The niece automatically increases the cuteness.
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My niece is a sweet person!
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He's likewise getting tall, and was doing his own self-invented gymnastics event: clambering up onto the porch rail, which is nearly to his shoulder, balancing to judge his leap, then springing out to land on a snowbank several times his body-length away.
We lit the candle for my grandfather's yahrzeit.
His memory for a blessing. I lit a candle for my mother.
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Her parents say that, too. She wants our hair to be the same color and it isn't, but she holds her ponytail up against the end of my braid to demonstrate that it's close. (A blackish canary.)
I brought her cousin Fox his presents today, and was wishing so much I could see them together again at one of your traditional gatherings.
I am hoping for it in the new year. They ran around outside together at Halloween.
He's likewise getting tall, and was doing his own self-invented gymnastics event: clambering up onto the porch rail, which is nearly to his shoulder, balancing to judge his leap, then springing out to land on a snowbank several times his body-length away.
That sounds great!
His memory for a blessing. I lit a candle for my mother.
*hugs*
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Exactly so.
I am hoping for it in the new year.
May the new year bring vaccines and reunion!
*hugs*
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Thank you! It's entirely analog! Likewise!