Party Time! Bouncy House!

Tiger's birthday party, at M's. Much merriment. The kids spent most of their time in the firedog-shaped bouncy house. Yelling "Cupcake time!" at the top of my lungs did get them all to come spilling out. We sang, and ate cupcakes (or chocolate-chip meringues, for the observant), and then everyone went back to bouncy-bouncy-bouncy fun.

We got take out for dinner, and then M smooshed us all at Scrabble.

Very good day.


Today's earrings: gingerbread men, school buses

Bedtime reading: Night Shift, Terry Pratchett

"Like Little Ducks Each Day"

Jonah Hirnbrecher was doing something with his hands, on or behind the shoulders of Jim Snapjudge. He seemed to be unfastening an invisible something, probably a garment. Then he drew it off and folded it carefully with his ritual hands. The object was still invisible, and yet its shape, including the very fancy fringes of it, could be guessed from the movement of those Jonah hands.

"I am removing your Prophet's Mantle, Snapjudge," Jonah said then in a liturgical voice. "It is best removed some hours before death, for the prophetic faculty is already lost when the doubting and questioning begin. When one dies and the Mantle has not been symbolically removed, then the trees in the sacred talking groves (there are still some in nearby Scioto county) will wail out 'A Prophet is dead!' and I hate to hear grown trees cry."

- - R.A. Lafferty

Today's earrings: gingerbread men, fire trucks

Bedtime reading: Iron Tears, R.A. Lafferty

First, catch your...

The Basic Plan: 6pm Friday at the Elks.
Plan with Frills: we congregate at my place beforehand.
Plan B: we go get dim sum.
Sound good?

Random path-crossings this morning: a current neighbor, the Singhs. Sylvia actually came up with my name on the fly.
This evening: a woman I used to see on the bus before I moved.


Today's earrings: gingerbread men, rabbits

Bedtime reading: Murder Against the Grain, Emma Lathen

Boxing Day

In the morning I boxed up the superfluous china and banished it to the basement.

In the afternoon, I opened three more boxes of books (pocket fiction, Andrews-Davies; religion, fortune-telling, and card games; playing cards and fragile miscellany).

In the evening, I had b2 and L over for wine and snacks. We got dinner in Chinatown and then went to the Buena Vista for Irish Coffees. We took the cable car home.


Today's earrings: gingerbread men, brooms

Bedtime reading: Brewing Up a Storm, Emma Lathen