This year two couples were in charge of Thanksgiving dinner; one couple thought the plan was pork tacos, and the other thought the plan was sliced pork loin with mashed potatoes and brusells sprouts sides. Couple One started the pork in the slow cooker and left; Couple Two boiled and mashed and roasted things; the main cook of Couple One returned ( Read more... )

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The Twelve Days of Christmas is usually a lie I tell myself as I fail at thinking of presents and posting cards and packages and decorating and baking so that everything is in place no later than the morning of December 25th. As things slip, I go, “Christmas is really twelve days, I can send New Years cards instead,” et cetera, but then actually as ( Read more... )

Traditional new year’s photo of the park:


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On our anniversary last Monday, I worked in the daytime and Sang taught in the evening. It was Thursday that we finally got around to walking down the street to the Delta Cafe to celebrate.

I love the Delta’s cocktail menu. This time the lavender-and-vanilla Pink Lady called to me. I ordered it without considering whether it went well with deep- ( Read more... )

Campus errands took me past a belated Holi dance party today.


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