kaffyr: Dancing French cracked geniuses (Sometimes you need to dance)
Kitchen Terror Unleashed

I have made 78 molasses ginger cookies with raisins. 

Fear me. 

Dept. of Remembrance

Sunday, 25 June 2017 06:28 pm
kaffyr: Mid-afternoon view from the spirit world train. (Train view)
 Alexander, Bestest Old Pussycat

Under here. )
kaffyr: She's at a typewriter; is she legal? (Are Girls Legal?)
For A Start

[personal profile] lydy  is brilliant. She is a bit of a force of nature, one I would like to see more of, learn more about, and in general have more a part of my world. I still treasure a night many, many years ago, in the "secret" consuite at Minicon, when I had the benefit of her humor and intellect. 

I think I agree with her on things cultural, political, emotional and intellectual at least 80 percent of the time. The other 20 percent of the time? I suspect that we'd probably have some interesting discussions. 

She has written an essay that I believe is well worth reading and thinking about, concerning how women, the world, and "the rules" - for every single value and power of "the rules" that might exist in this universe - intersect. It is her answer, or at least an excellent precis of her answer (because her real answer is the way she approaches the world every day), to the question many men ask (in which the asking is too often more complaint about having their privilege questioned than actual question) of women: "How can I interact with you women without being a douche, if you won't tell me the rules?"

I think I agree about 95 percent with this one. And even if I didn't agree with it nearly that much, it's still an excellent starting place for conversations, or indeed for an internal dialogue, if one were inclined to think about it. Because, as I said, 
[personal profile] lydy  is brilliant, and brilliance nearly always is an excellent light by which to make one's way in this world. And, as she said to me when I asked if I could link, she wants to start conversations.

Dept. of Music and Joy

Saturday, 6 May 2017 08:14 pm
kaffyr: (See the Sky)
For Your Listening and Dancing Pleasure

I haven't been around much lately, which I'd like to correct, if for no other reason than how much fun I had in March, posting as often as I could. But work and the world have conspired to numb my mind to the point where I can't think of anything worthwhile to say. I can't even muster witty 140 character aphorisms, much less substantial essays (or even frivolous diary entires.) My online activity has been confined to playing online games or watching YouTube videos. 

Today, as I was browsing YouTube, I ran into some Peter Gabriel videos. Two of them just made my heart leap, and I have to share them with you. 

I've always liked, and often loved, Gabriel's work, although I have none of his albums. His writing, his voice (from clear in his youth to rough and husky now), his life choices and his beliefs, all resonate with me. For all that, however, I know very little about his full body of work. I wasn't aware of the tour from which these two videos were taken, but they drew me in immediately. I love how much he integrates dance and motion into his performances here (and, having checked out a few more videos out of curiosity after having seen these two, it's pretty clear to me that he has long done that).

And the joy that emanates from everyone onstage is absolutely infectious. Sure, it's a performance and sure, it's altogether possible that everyone was just acting. But I don't think so. 

(Also? Tony Levin! And Paula Cole has a voice that doesn't quit.)

ETA: I'm not sure the first one will show up in this post for some reason, but you can watch it YouTube if it doesn't show up here. 











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Saturday, 15 April 2017 04:26 pm
kaffyr: Close-up of manual typewriter (Typewriter)
I Am Bemused, As One Might Expect

I've been blogging on LJ and/or DW for more than a decade.

I've been online for far longer - BB and I figure we've been sailing the sea since 1996, well before the Web. Back then, my connection with fandom was Old School, and Usenet was my lifeline. RASFF*, of blessed memory, kept me busy well into the night every night, back in the days when we couldn't be online and get phone calls at the same time. (I still recall the song of the modem, something you youngsters might not recognize.) Today I can't even access Usenet, and the last time I did, RASFF was shell filled with spam. 

Getting involved with online fandom, first via TWoP and then through LJ and (eventually) Dreamwidth, more than filled the void. It introduced me to some amazing, talented, kind people. It was where I picked up a pen and started writing fiction again. It was where I learned to be less self-congratulatory in matters of this world - politics, identity, and other issues - and at least a little more willing to learn, to stretch beyond my comfort zone. It has been truly far more rewarding than I ever expected it to be. Thank you all for making that the case.

I don't expect to maintain my LJ after a few more weeks, but I'm so glad I came here in the first place.

*rec.arts.sf.fandom 

Saving bandwidth since 2006 .... )

Dept. of Mittwoch

Wednesday, 12 April 2017 09:24 pm
kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (Default)
Pictures of Neat Things

Because I'm so tired tonight that I'm not able to focus on any one thing for very long. (Jazz, Thomas Merton, how they intersect; union stuff; stories I have to chase tomorrow; my brother; my Nana's paintings; A Love Supreme ... yeah, my brain is pretty much some kind of oatmeal. Or gumbo. Not sure which.)

Caveat: I took terrible pictures, fast, so these are fast, and kind of terrible. 

This is the male Cardinal that lives on our street. 
Under here )

This is his mate. You'll see her if you look carefully. I think the fawn and tan and green and gold-yellow of her coloring is very pretty, but it doesn't show up very well against the ground. 

Under here )

And this is my not very good picture of the blue flowers I love so much that bloom in the spring. Their blues were darker this year. I checked this shot, which hasn't been enhanced in any way, with the shots I took last year, which I admit I slightly enhanced - and these are the richer colored blooms. 

Under here )

kaffyr: (See the Sky)
Brown Eyed Handsome Man

He was rock and roll. 


Hail, hail, rock and roll. Heaven just got a lot cooler. 

Here's a raw and live version of his first hit. I could just erase everything I wrote about his performances and point you to this.




Here's a reminder that his genius wasn't just in ramped up rhythms. Much as I love almost everything of his that I've heard. This is probably my favorite Chuck Berry song.



And this? This is the Brown Eyed Handsome Man




Dept. of Good Saturday

Saturday, 4 March 2017 06:51 pm
kaffyr: Japanese building w/flowers on blue ground (Blue Nippon)
Only One Problem With Saturday

I forgot to take a picture of FB, BB and Neil at Hausermann's. I normally take a shot like that when we go out, but somehow I forgot to this time. Bad me. 

I did, however, take some pictures of orchids. Here, have two or three.

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I love going there and taking pictures, because even a devotee of the thumb-in-the-lens school of photography, such as myself, can take pretty shots. (What surprises me after all these years, is that I believe I like the tiny orchids, the ones that look as if they were carved out of brown and golden wood, almost more than I like the other blooms. They're so delicate! Of course, I love the ones with heavy aromas, aromas of cinnamon and almost-rose, or almost-gardenia, too, because I can never get enough of those perfumes.

Speaking of which, while there, I also picked up some lovely soaps and perfume (she didn't call it that, but that's what it was, or at least it was perfumed oil), from the lady who always sells her wares at Hausermann's. I love aromatic things, and I never get to wear perfume outside the house anymore, because of peoples' sensitivities or outright allergies. Today, I came home and anointed myself with orchid perfume. And I am happy. 


Goals, Day 3

Friday, 3 March 2017 05:09 pm
kaffyr: (Happy Kyouso Giga daughter)
Thanks much to [personal profile] lost_spook  for something cheerful!

This lovely vid made me much more cheerful than I'd been before I watched it. 





And today is Friday; I have dined on turkey croquettes and maple-glazed fried parsnips (courtesy of BB) for supper. Our kitty, Alex, is feeling better after a trip to the vet, and I had a very productive Thursday and Friday. So I am pleased. And tomorrow BB, FB, and our friend Neil go to Hausermann's for their annual February orchid show.

I am a happy camper.  
kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (Default)
Pictures. Pictures Are Good.

Warning - this will be an image heavy post, so it will be going under a cut (and let's hope the cut works!)

When I got back from Canada last fall, I promised pictures. I didn't deliver. And when last fall's political events started drowning me in the deepest of depressions, I promised I'd try to rise above it, at least occasionally. I haven't truly delivered on that, either.

So, before the start of another undoubtedly stressful week, I'll be giving you some pictures that make me smile. I hope you can enjoy them!

These are some pictures taken on the day of my stepdad, Rob Stirling's, birthday. His many kids, two stepkids, grandkids, at least one grandchild, and various spousal units, took him to Lunenberg, Nova Scotia, in hopes of sailing on The Bluenose, one of Canada's cultural icons. As you'll recall, we weren't able to sail, because the boat's electronics chose to misbehave, but the Bluenose's Captain was still able to present Rob with greetings from the Prime Minister, the Nova Scotian Premier, and various other People of Importance. You'll be able to figure out who Rob is; you'll see a boat load of his family; you'll also be able to ID the aging couple (including the woman with the horrible posture) as BB and I, and one would-be artistic picture of the Bluenose's mast. 


Here is an admittedly fuzzy picture of my brother Mac and Rob, wearing Chicago Cubs sweatshirts; those were my Christmas gifts to them, along with the copy of the Chicago Tribune that the two of them are holding. I was more than pleasantly surprised to hear how happy Mac was at getting his presents; I'd thought he might roll his eyes and just be polite about them, but he was genuinely excited, and said he was going to save the paper because of its historic value. I asked him to send me a picture, and he did. Cool! It's fuzzy, but it's still cool!

And here. )



And finally, here's a picture of one of my succulents with a completely unexpected flower. The last time it flowered was two or three years ago, when I got it from my daughter of the heart. I never expected it to bloom again. So that's kind of a great omen for 2017, right? 

And here! )
 

kaffyr: The TARDIS in snowfall (Christmas TARDIS)
The Sky is Full of Stars

Most of them we will never know. God alone knows if we'll ever make our way out there. And God alone knows whether we're worthy of getting off this ball of mud, this little jewel. 

So here we sit, turning our world to bloody red, dirt grey, despoiling the place, and ourselves, body and soul.  We take pearls, and become swine - or worse than swine, because pigs are pretty damned smart animals, and we, with all our great big brains, are small and petty, dumb in a way that beasts never are, and unworthy of pearls. 

And yet. 

Somewhere, a father cradles his child and prays he can protect her; a mother hunts for something to make her son's eyes grow big with joy. 

Somewhere doctors fight death; somewhere men and women tear aside bomb-broken walls, in death's way themselves, to rescue their fellow human beings. 

Somewhere, a girl creates glorious art, a boy makes music that makes peoples' hearts glad. 

Somewhere, someone gives up being selfish and cowardly, even as she is frightened to death of being good. 

Somewhere, someone is reaching out to her, giving her the strength, because he knows what it's like to take that step.

Somewhere people are cleaning up their messes, and our messes, too, helping the sky stay blue and the earth still verdant.

Somewhere, someone is standing up to a bully, and maybe even reaching into the bully's heart and starting a sea change.

Somewhere, an old man gives wisdom to a young fool, and a young fool gifts the old man with joie de vivre. 

Somewhere, one scientist pulls aside the sky of stars and looks into the infinite, while her colleague peers into the microscope and finds the cure for Alzheimer's. 

Somewhere, hearts yearn for love, and are rewarded. 

It isn't much, against all the death, and filth, and despair.

But perhaps it's not us doing the judging. 

We have always excelled at beating the odds, we fearfully arrogant humans. And perhaps, says the woman who isn't even sure one exists, except at the darkest time of year  when she needs one, there's a God out there, forgiving us our arrogance, loving us for it, saying, "Alright, you beloved cheeky monkeys, another year. I can't bear to give you up. I love you."

It's a gift I'll take. 

And to all of you magnificent people out there, here's a gift I've proffered before: my riff on "It's A Wonderful Life."


Dept. of Thanks

Thursday, 24 November 2016 01:50 pm
kaffyr: The TARDIS at Giverny (TARDIS at Giverny)
Thank You All

This world is a horrible world. But it's also, as Louie sang, a wonderful world. 

There are children dying in the Mediterranean. There are families starving in Aleppo. There are indigenous Americans and their allies being injured and frozen in North Dakota. There are black men and women, fellow citizens, who are being shot and prisoned here in a country that pretends it wasn't built on the backs of black men and women. There are people who wish to know nothing, and wish us to share their ignorance, at gunpoint, if necessary. There are slightly different versions of this horror across the globe. There is death, and starvation, and dying, and hate, and hate, and hate, and bitter tears, and the silence of apathy.

But there are sunrises. There are unexpected sperm whales greeting delighted underwater oceanographic nerds. There are lives saved. There are lives lived fully and fiercely with full and fierce love. There are rockets and tiny, tiny starships carrying bits of us into the icy dark, not caring one whit that there might not be anyone out there to meet. There are wonders, and children who may still save us. There are beautiful books, there are lovers, there are people who we love and who love us back.  There are angels unawares, dressed just like us. They are, in fact, us. 

And you are there, my friends, in that latter. 

Thank you. 

Any support I can give you, I will. Any love I can send you, I will. 

I love you all. 



kaffyr: from "Spirited Away" (Duck gods)
Because You Need This

I have never heard porcupine vocalization before. It is adorable. 

Dept. of Oh, Hell

Wednesday, 14 September 2016 11:08 am
kaffyr: (Clara didn't ask for this)
 I Think My Laptop is Dying

And my company is deliberately not responding to my questions about my phone.

I do NOT need this. 

Must think of fluffy bunnies. 

Actually, thinking of the gorgeous day, and the fact that I'm gonna drop down to see striking Chronicle Herald workers this afternoon before heading up to the Valley to visit with my step-dad again. (We visited for awhile yesterday, and told him we'd take him out to have ice cream this afternoon.)

So, that's good. And laptops can be replaced, or fixed (preferably the latter.)

Huh - I actually feel pretty good now! Vacation magic ....


kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (Default)
In My Brother's Back Yard

This is what we saw when we looked out the bedroom window this morning. 
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And from the sublime to the slightly ridiculous; this is at Wolfville's water front park yesterday, showing why the town was first called Mud Creek. But in the background you can see Cape Blomidon, so only slightly ridiculous!
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Dept. of Monday

Monday, 22 August 2016 05:40 pm
kaffyr: Hayao's realistic Pompoko raccoons yawn in our faces (Pompoko yawns)
A Coyote on Lawrence Avenue

On Saturday night,  BB and I were returning home to Chicago's North Side from some friends' barbecue on the far South Side. As we drove east on Lawrence Avenue, we saw a huge and beautiful coyote walk out into the street, then retreat back into the line of parked cars on the south side of Lawrence, opposite the cemetery at Clark and Lawrence.

More, under here )
kaffyr: (See the Sky)
Do You Know What's Good? Ancient Music, That's What's Good.

Well, I didn't get everything done that I needed to do on Friday, but I still ended the day feeling remarkably decent about myself. Go, me, then. 

And today, I got a haircut, I did my exercises (thereby staving off an incipient back pain), and spent quality time with one of the three men in my life (the second flew out this morning to meet his beloved on the East Coast, and the third is up in Nova Scotia being retired.) 

All of those things are good. You know what else is good? Discovering a classical music station on Shoutcast Radio that plays nothing newer than Elizabethan galliards, as far as I can tell. And, as I told BB this morning, ancient music cools me out a great deal. I tend to like classical that's Haydn and older, so I suppose this isn't a surprise. 

Tonight, steak, potatoes and spinach. Then Game of Thrones and new anime. And a hana ichigo. Yes, I think it will be a good night. 

Dept. of Don't Despair

Saturday, 9 July 2016 01:57 pm
kaffyr: The ninth Doctor (Pink Doctor)
It's Been A Long, Hard, Heart-Shredding Week

So I'll just leave this here.

The pictures are all pretty cheesy, but the song Todd wrote isn't, not in my opinion at least. 

Dept. of Independence

Monday, 4 July 2016 04:30 pm
kaffyr: (Joe Hill)
A Plea

Every Independence Day, I try to write a post that tells friends and acquaintances what I feel about Independence Day in America. This year, my post is a plea to everyone in this amazing country - and, frankly, to any of my friends and acquaintances around the world. Because what I'm about to ask all of you is something that I think is necessary. It's a plea from my heart, asking you all to help maintain democracy in a way that goes beyond love and duty, to action. 

Read newspapers. 

Read newspapers that you agree with, read the ones you're pretty sure are wrong-headed. Compare their stories. Continue reading them. Read newspapers from other countries if you can. 

Pay for those newspapers.

If you read them online, and there's a way to subscribe to a digital version of those papers, think hard about which ones you think are doing a good job - not necessary the job you like, but a good job - of trying to inform their reading public. 

If you read them in hard copy, subscribe. If you can only afford to get weekend delivery, do that. If you can afford seven-day-a-week delivery, do that. It'll be more expensive, but it's worth it to you - after all, you won't have to worry about your access to news dying with a recalcitrant laptop or aging tablet. And you'll have something to line your birdcage with eventually. More importantly, you'll be able to turn a page and find news you hadn't expected, hadn't looked for - and you might learn something important about your world. That's another benefit to hard-copy. When you read online news sources, they tend to conform themselves, via algorithms and other marketing magic, to what they think you want to read, or hear. Voila, instant echo chamber. 

So, yes, if you can, read newspapers, and pay for them. 

Most of you know I'm a reporter, so you may assume this is my biased, and slightly panicked, plea to my friends and acquaintances to help keep my source of income alive. Well, of course it is. 

But there's also this: this is what The Nation wrote most recently about the public's decreasing access to news that men, women, and children need to know, in order to make informed decisions about what's going on in their neighborhoods, their towns, their counties and provinces and states and nations and world. 

It's nothing new, as even the author states. But it's frightening in the extreme. 

They call journalism The Fourth Estate. I consider it one of the important pillars of democracy, along with informed voting, and continued informed involvement in democracy before and after voting. In fact, if you don't know what is happening around you - what businesses, governments, individuals, corporations, courts, et al, are doing to and for you - you cannot vote in an informed fashion. 

Newspapers are dying. And I'm not sure that live media is doing much of a job providing the news that people need in place of newspapers. Reading heavily targeted news that agrees with what you believe (something of which I'm equally guilty) will not tell you what's going on in this world. Newspapers, general circulation newspapers - small, medium, large, weekly and daily, neighborhood and national -  are what will help. 

They need money to keep going. So pay up. You're helping pay for democracy. 

Will keeping newspapers alive keep news alive? Probably not, in the long run, or at least in the way we once thought of news and newspapers. But it will help. And I can't think of a more patriotic thing to do on this Independence Day, than to check your wallet, figure out which two or three newspapers to support (remember to make one of them one that you don't agree with, but which you think has half-way decent reportage), and put your money into a subscription. 

Nor can I think of anything more patriotic for Canadians, for Brits, for Australians - for anyone whose country has a half-way open society - to do. We don't have the excuse of personal danger when we subscribe to good news sources that many folks across the world have. Let's use that freedom. 

Thank you, and here's a little something from Robert Reich that says other good things about democracy.

Dept. of Don't Despair

Saturday, 2 July 2016 04:49 pm
kaffyr: Animated Canadian flag (Canada!)
Post Canada Day Report

I wanted to post something happy after my last extremely emotional rant. The world is still pretty fucking awful, but there are good things going on as well. 

Canadian goodness )

American goodness )

So, yes, good things. Good, strong things that remind me life can still be worth it all. 

Dept. Of Hope

Monday, 25 April 2016 10:36 am
kaffyr: (See the Sky)
A Monday Thought That Strengthens Me

Do not commit the error, common among the young, of assuming that if you cannot save the whole of mankind, you have failed. -Jan de Hartog, playwright and novelist (22 Apr 1914-2002) 

This was thanks to A Word A Day,
Anu Garg's wonderful site.
It made me feel better, because the error is not simply common among the young. We oldsters suffer from that misapprehension as well.

It's like the Doctor said (although I wildly paraphrase); just because you can't get rid of the big pile of bad things in someone's life, doesn't mean you can't add to their pile of good things.

If you can't save the world, you save one person. If you can't save one person, you try to make their life at least a little better. And when we do those things, we triumph, even if we don't always win. 

So there you go. And I may find some other good things to think about throughout the day because I think we need to remember good things as much as possible. 


Dept. of Stuff

Monday, 11 April 2016 05:41 pm
kaffyr: Mid-afternoon view from the spirit world train. (Train view)
So ... Gratitude. 

I am grateful for these flowers. They bloom for a very short time every spring in Chicago, just a breath ahead of the forsythia bushes. To me, they are spring. There are some stretches of Ridge Road in Evanston where lawns are blanketed in the bluest blue for a few glorious days. I've always told myself I'd take photos of the flowers, and I finally got around to doing so. No enhancement needed for this picture.  Happy Spring!

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Other things for which I'm grateful: 

I'm finally fic writing again. Three separate things (Chapter 26 of H&M, and two MCU tales) all at the same time. I'm not complaining - you go with what works, right?

I'm going to try to be grateful for the surgical team that will be working with BB this Thursday, but I'm not grateful to the "support" team at the surgeon's office. Incompetent twits. But this is a post about gratitude, so we'll leave that alone. 

I'm grateful for the clarity of mind that descended on me this afternoon, and which has convinced me - or nearly convinced me - not to run for Chicago NewsGuild local president. Being acting president is bidding fair to convince me to run the other way. Screaming. 

I am, as always, grateful for BB, and grateful for all of you. I hope your weekends were good, and that your week began well, and will end well. 

Dept. of Monday

Monday, 21 March 2016 09:25 pm
kaffyr: Twelve busses River! (Happy River and Twelve!)
The Necklace My First-Born Gave Me

Ijgeoff wanted to see the lovely necklace FB gave me yesterday. It's a simple Seal of Rassilon and I think it's gorgeous. So I took a couple of pictures, and here they are!  The first one
I took on our marble living room tabletop. The second one I took on my bed coverlet. It's a little harder to see, it but it feels kind of luxurious to me. 

Saving bandwidth )
kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (Default)
Sunday Going on Monday

I'm tired and definitely wary about heading into the week, because there's word coming down that the very few of us reporters who have a single town beat, or a two town beat, are going to be shuffled around, given new beats, and generally upended because the company undoubtedly won't replace the six reporters who took buyouts and will simply try to stretch us even thinner than we are. I don't look forward to that - but sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof, eh? I'd rather focus on things I'm grateful for.

1. I am grateful that I got to spend a delightful evening with one current colleague and two former colleagues, having dinner at a Nepalese restaurant, catching up with each other, and laughing a whole lot. Laughter and friendship; absolutely necessary to one's spiritual health.
2. I'm grateful that I raised a fannish son, particularly one who is a fan of Who. I came home from dinner, to find that FB had spent one day at C2E2, the Chicago version of Comic Con, and while there, he'd bought me a lovely necklace, featuring a black and white pendant with the Gallifreyan symbol on it. I'm wearing it now. It's lovely. 
3. I am so glad I finally got around to making coffee jelly with unused coffee that had been sitting in the kitchen for a bit (luckily, coffee lasts a long time before it's unusable).  Coffee jelly is a wonderful dessert from my childhood, (and is a also a big dessert in Japan, which I find amusing). I've made it before, but I wasn't sure I'd get around to making this time, because procrastination is one of my big problems these day. But I made it, and I am very pleased with myself. So I'm grateful that I didn't procrastinate.
4. I'm grateful for a burst of energy that has allowed me to almost complete the fic that had been log-jammed for so long, and for whom I'd written a paragraph last week. It went from about 390 words this morning to 930 tonight. That makes me very happy. 
5. Finally, I'm grateful that I was able to take a picture of this sign, as BB and I did some shopping chores this afternoon. 

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Dept. of Still Here

Saturday, 19 December 2015 12:32 pm
kaffyr: The TARDIS in snowfall (Christmas TARDIS)
Still Here, Redux (Christmas Planning Edition)

Today is sunny and cold, probably one of the last cold days we'll have before Christmas.

I awoke in an odd but positive mood, very early (for me, on a weekend), got up and did my exercises, after two days of not doing them. It felt good. I watered the still undecorated Christmas tree and the plants, listening to instrumental Christmas music all the while (oh, Shoutcast Radio, I love you!)

Bob got up, and we decided what we were going to have as our Christmas dinner, changing the menu a bit, since he can no longer eat fibery things. No brussel sprouts, damn it. But goose! And two types of dressing, and creamed spinach and a corn casserole, and a (quick and dirty) mince pie, because I miss mince pie, and pumpkin pie, and cranberry relish and Green Slime ... yes, that's what it's called, and I'll probably tell you more about it later.

I am happy about hosting Christmas, and I want to make it a good place for our friends whose wife and mother is in what is essentially hospice care, something that happened relatively recently, and both the son and husband are overloaded and still in emotional shock. They want to come, and we need to provide them a resting space, so Christmas dinner is good. 

But dinner requires planning, something I'm not very good at, usually. Today, however ... planning occurred. I am somewhat suspicious of my subconscious, but I'll let this bit of unusual efficiency run as long as possible. That'll include cleaning, vacuuming, washing the duvet ... yes, hurrah for efficiency, let it last as long as possible!

Tonight? Decorate!

I have three more working days before 9 or so days off. I am looking forward to time to write for 
[community profile] fandom_stocking , and to relax. 

Ha. Relax. Ha. 

I've sent out 38 or so Christmas and Holiday/Turn of the Year cards, and the sun is shining (as I believe I mentioned previously), and I'm about to go on a goose hunting trip. Hurrah!

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