The niece and nephew playing a memory game.
Their kitten bought a gift for a our kitty. Oops, we, er, she, didn’t reciprocate.
It hold some interest with it being batted about.
Countdown: We’re narrowing in on the 24 hours where Christmas carols are okay, provided they are a cappella.
A refrain going through the holidays is “this is all they will ever be”. Never a in-depth conversation, never the whole casual endless evenings with people from my childhood. No returns. It blunts disappointment and expectation. Flat isn’t always bad.
Do you suppose I’ll cure myself of desire for sugar by having xmas sweets for this many weeks? And another Yule log to go tomorrow, and cookies, and cheesecake, and pie. And somewhere in around there tofurkey and veggies and lentil loaf. And a pile of presents that looks rather obscene.
12 Plankton for Christmas. Preeeetty.
But soon it’s not-Christmas.
Towards return to normal life, this: Oddly, according to the dialect quiz I most closely match English speakers of Spokane, Washington, where I’ve never been. I’m least like the bottom 1/3 of the U.S. which I suppose makes sense, being geographically furthest in a way. But then, New England matches poorly too. Huh.
Quote: “Someone’s opinion of you does not have to become your reality.” ~ Les Brown at QB