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alanesq and I are currently intent on maintaining that quaint social custom known as the annual sending out of the Christmasholiday cards. If you are not currently on our mailing list and would like to be, just send along your address below. All replies will be screened and contact info kept private; snarky comments may be passed along for all to see ( Read more... )

The remainder of our holiday visit to Portland was hectic enough that I didn't get the chance to redeem the massage gift certificate I received. And now that we're presently down to one car and I'm completely housebound, the possibility of ducking out for a visit to my local masseuse is all I can think about ( Read more... )

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... sure been good to me.

With the additionally nostalgic possibility of it being our last Christmas celebrated in this house - we think that every go-round, but it's probably true this time - the set-up is essentially the same as last year's and below, taken in 2006, is a reasonable fasimile of the current tableau: I've just finished baking my annual batch of cookies, my ( Read more... )

At some point during my childhood, an essay by Loudon Wainwright, The Annual Crisis of Love, was published in Life magazine. A copy used to be stowed in with the family Christmas decorations and Xeroxes of it made over the years are no doubt buried in the piles of paper still to be sorted and cleared from the basement. While I don't remember it ( Read more... )