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happy New Year

I’ve ripped the December page off my calendar. This morning’s worship was very nice. Tonight’s the new years program, and that will be fun if I can stay awake through the movie. There’s vespers at midnight, and Swami will blow his conch shell, which really confused me the first time I heard it. I thought […]

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last Saturday of the year

It’s a lot of adjustment, getting used to Erik being home. This morning we bundled up and took a walk down Professional Drive. I told him he should bring his camera everywhere and showed him shots he should take. I like to have a walking-buddy. But at home, he’s sort of loud. And I have […]

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party / poverty time

Erik’s project at the grading factory has ended. Long live the project. Anyway, life is entirely different now. We can stay up as long as we like. We can goof off in tandem. Erik can sit, write, play microscope, listen to music, watch South Park, and do qui gong until the cows come home. But […]

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alarmingly windy

This morning while Erik drank his matcha, he was telling me about this FOAF who likes to play speed-chess when he’s drunk. Without a board! That made me giggle, to imagine. This afternoon I took a walk in the alarming wind. It’s almost windy to the point of danger. Erik’s working late again tonight. Rumor […]

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ping question

Technorati thinks I haven’t updated this blog in 310 days. Also, it says no one links here (then lists all the links). Any ideas why pings aren’t working?

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strange dreams, new zine received

This morning I woke up from a dream that Al Franken was putting the moves on me. He was eating salad without dressing. I found him very pushy and unpleasant. There was another part of the dream where I was at choir practice, only there were about 60 people in the choir, and we were […]

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dark orange sunflower

Here’s my current desktop, a picture Erik took at the Berkeley botanic garden in the summer: beautifully cheerful.

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three

I can tell how many Hershey’s kisses Erik ate on Christmas by the number of foil wrappers left in his pocket.

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home again

We had a lovely Christmas and packed lots of life into a very short trip. I got some wanted books to read and music to hear–two They Might Be Giants CDs, for example. I had some good moments with my nieces. We ate delicious food–it was enchiladas instead of the regular turkey dinner. Here’s us […]

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merry Christmas Eve-Eve

My relatives are making tamales today, in Port Hueneme, so it’s also Tamales Making Day. Erik’s working at the grading factory. It’s cold here, gray skies, and I feel mostly content. This morning while Erik was drinking his matcha I told him, “Merry Christmas Eve-Eve.” He said, “Merry Christmas Eve, Eve.” I said, “I’m not […]