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March 2018



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Christmas Wrap Up

Today is a beautiful spring day. Which is very unfortunate for December 26th. The sun is shining in a clear blue sky, the birds are chirping, it is only a little bit chilly, and there is no snow or ice on the ground. Last night on my way home I saw the new crescent moon.

I had a pleasant lunch with B. And I have much to do today.

I spent Christmas with my parents and my sister Gina's family. Forrest and Tanner were delighted to see me as usual. I spent at least an hour on the couch getting climbed on and tickling small boys. These little monkeys love physical interaction. Which is not at all surprising. I am very good with children between the ages of 4 and 12.

For Christmas eve Mother made a wonderful bouillabaisse and BIL David made his wonderful crusty bread to go with it. For Christmas day we had turkey with stuffing, mashed potatoes and gravy, sweet potatoes, two kinds of homemade cranberry sauce, and peas. Gina and I both made cookies for after.

Mother always wants to get me a book I can read for pleasure as a Christmas gift. She does so much for me I don't expect a gift as well. But she insists so I sent her a list of possible titles to choose from (I'm not any easy person to buy books for). She got me four out of the five books on my list. "Hieroglyph: Stories and Visions for a Better Future" edited by Ed Finn, "Hyperbole and a Half" by Allie Brosh, "Are You My Mother?" by Alison Bechdel, "So We Sang Together: Collected Works of Analida Garrett" (my friend Sammi who died of cancer). Gina's friend Susan (who has stayed with us for so many Christmases she should be an honorary sister by now) gave me a small Whole Foods bag, a Yoke string and bead puzzle, and a bar of lemon scented artisan soap. I gave my nephews a couple of books from my library, "Six by Suess" and "The Ink Drinker". The presents I intended to make never got made. For which I feel sad. But it is what it is.

I really need to get my apartment straightened up. IDK is coming to stay with me next week because he is out of school and his mother is working. I have to clear a space for him in the living room so he doesn't just make a nest of my things or move things so I can't find them. I hate it when people move my stuff, or just walk on it. (It's usually children who walk on things, instead of over them. It's usually the adults who move things so I can't find them.)