The politically correct Christmas
On the 12th day of the Eurocentrically imposed midwinter festival, my Significant Other in a consenting adult, monogamous relationship gave to me:
TWELVE males reclaiming their inner warrior through ritual drumming,
ELEVEN pipers piping (plus the 18-member pit orchestra made up of members in good standing of the Musicians Equity Union as called for in their union contract even though they will not be asked to play a note),
TEN melanin deprived testosterone-poisoned scions of the patriarchal ruling class system leaping,
NINE persons engaged in rhythmic self-expression,
EIGHT economically disadvantaged female persons stealing milk-products from enslaved Bovine-Americans,
SEVEN endangered swans swimming on federally protected wetlands,
SIX enslaved Fowl-Americans producing stolen non-human animal products,
FIVE golden symbols of culturally sanctioned enforced domestic incarceration,
(NOTE: after members of the Animal Liberation Front threatened to throw red paint at my computer, the calling birds, French hens and partridge have been reintroduced to their native habitat. To avoid further Animal-American enslavement, the remaining gift package has been revised.)
FOUR hours of recorded whale songs
THREE deconstructionist poets
TWO Sierra Club calendars printed on recycled processed tree carcasses and...
ONE Spotted Owl activist chained to an old-growth pear tree.
Merry Christmas Happy Chanukah. Good Kwanzaa. Blessed Yule. Happy Holidays! (unless otherwise prohibited by law)*
*Unless, of course, you are suffering from Seasonally Affected Disorder (SAD). If this be the case, please substitute this gratuitous call for celebration with suggestion that you have a thoroughly adequate day.
Christmas dinner was very tasty (menu listed below to the best of my memory and ability to spell). It was at my sis-in-law's sister's house. Yay that she lives very close to me so I was able to escape and get home quickly once it was time to go. We had way more food than 14 people could eat. Especially when 3 of them are under 5. :)
There was food, food and more food. Gaghant Baba (Santa). Presents. Singing. Melting down children (Sara melted down during dinner -- she was a tired kidlet by the time we put the food on the table at 3ish, the other kids melted down later). More clean up, then loading cars and finally, home.
I wore a pretty black dress (similar to this one). It wasn't new but I hadn't worn it before. While we were over there, I noticed that my hands seemed a little grey but thought I was tired and had just gotten something on them. I didn't think twice about it. Until I got home and undressed. That's when I discovered that *I* was grey! Wherever the dress touched is now a weird shade of grey. Bizarre.
Oh well, it'll be gone in a few days and in the meantime is just amusing.
But now? I'm wiped out! That was a little more than 8 hours socializing and helping in the kitchen and I think it's time to curl up with my furball and read my book for a little while.
Jim had his site hosted with some friends and had been thinking of moving it for a while. Since I like doing that, I offered to help him (even before I started working for :6A: even). So I grabbed his files and his stylesheet and started working it into the new templates. I got stuck (not too shocking because he's doing some kind of interesting things in there) so I called upon my design-y friend :adi:. Between us, we got Jim's stuff working (nearly) flawlessly and ready for once Jim got home and had time to open his new hosting account up.
Anyway, he got back, we got things moved to the new host and now he's back and running on his own account.
In return for my work (and adi's (adi - email me)), I got prints of these gorgeous photos (8x12):
Moreno Glacier, Calafate, Patagonia, Argentina, 2005Antarctica. A lagoon in the center of a giant iceberg.Natimuk, Victoria, Australia, 2005Wall of ChinaVerdon, FranceCairo
Now I just have to buy some frames for them and hang them up.
I remember going to the Vespers services while I was in college. It was one of those things I would have never done if I didn't go to Moravian College. I got a link in email from them today for their 2005 Vespers Services [Flash]. The photos are lovely (there is also singing).
These are the best cookies ever. EVER! The recipe is from my stepfather's side of the family (Aunt Livinia?). My brother had it and I finally got a copy of it. :)
I couldn't remember if they were molasses cookies or ginger cookies but I knew they were associated with Vermont (where my stepfather's family lived) in my mind and were wonderful. I got to eat a few but wasn't allowed to take any with me so guess what I'm going to make this week? ;)
Molasses cookies 5 cups flour
2 T ginger (yes, that's right)
5 t baking soda
2 t cinnamon
1.25 t salt
1.5 c oil
2.5 c sugar
2/3 c molasses
Preheat oven to 325. Place 1" balls approximately 2" apart on a greased cookie sheet. Bake for about 10 minutes.
Makes 6-7 dozen cookies.