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This is a way of making myself write something coherent and grammatically correct almost every day. I'm opinionated and need an outlet. I'm also prone to flights of fancy. Thanks for stopping by. |
| I love Christmas despite all the work.So I disappoint myself hearing the words "I survived Christmas" coming out of my mouth.But we muddled through at our house. Most seemed satisfied, and I'm no worse for it. I took lots of breaks which annoyed my father, but men tend not to be understanding when someone else is sick. We had a huge menu, with a house full of kids, and a variety of arrival times. I loaded the dishwasher twice, and washed two sinks of pans and utensils by hand. We know we had a good holiday when someone gets hurt. The two year old fell off his six year old cousin's (once removed) stretch bike or whatever you call it. He was in motion when he hit the ground, so the pebble traveled along his face in an arc cutting him.Good party. Better than the year my late brother fell face first onto the coffee table from sleep apnea, cutting his eyebrow open. And we don't serve liquor or any spirits. There was some melodrama in the younger generation. I wasn't part of it, kept out of it. They can work out their own little marital spats. They also had tales of trouble with in-laws, not part of the aforementioned drama.Makes for good listening. All in all a busy, dynamic day. The brother without small children, my father, and I have made a pact. In 2015 we will be out of town, maybe out of the country, for Christmas, maybe Thanksgiving, too! |
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