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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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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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