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maystoneSo. Looking around the ol' flist it seems that the holiday was pretty laid-back for y'all. Good news that. It was kind of a mixed bag here. Lots of good humor, good gifts, good food. Also lots of work by Dar (with an able assist from Marie aka The Nana) and a great undercurrent of sadness for her.
Among my swag were four CDs. Four! Two (from my brother) were medieval music, including one that replaces an old tape that I'd bought back in the early 80s and for which I've been seeking a replacement for many, many years. (It's music from the Crusades, and it includes a "lament" written by Richard the Lionheart who was royally pissed (heh) that no one was paying his ransom and bailing him out of prison.) The other two were Neil Young's Live at Massey Hall (yes! and also from my brother) and from Maddie, the Broadway soundtrack for Jersey Boys which is about Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons. My favorite falsetto has a Bway show about him. Who knew? Besides Maddie, who knows everything about Broadway musicals. I also received - wait for it - my very own electric fireplace. For lo, I am usually freezing. Unfortunately it overwhelms my bedroom, so I'll be returning it for a more mundane space heater, but how cool is that?
I have a cold, and it's moving south into my lungs. Ruh-roh. Because I'm on immunosuppressants, I have to be more vigilant about this relatively small stuff, but Dar is keeping an eye on me, and hopefully this will get the hell outta Dodge pretty soon. My lungs are starting to feel like someone's been sandpapering them.
Chloe Kitty had a most happy first Christmas what with wrapping paper and many ribbons to cavort about with. Jane kind of stayed out of the fray/mess/what-have-you, and I think the rest of the felines were just relieved to have an open path to their pine-scented watering hole once more.
The alpacas got a Christmas treat, too. Our favorite grocery store (Zehr's) was giving away their unused greens, so Dar brought home a couple of fresh pine boughs for the guys. The usual alpaca wackiness ensued.
We start off with the standard "OMG, what the fuck is that?!?!?!" stance.
Huh. I don't think it's going to try to kill us.
Adama (who could put any shark to shame when it comes to being an eating machine) was the first to chow down, which immediately led to Val and Hannibal wanting dibs on his munchies. Uh, no.
The guys lining up prettily for their Christmas picture.
Adama can be incredibly whiny, but he is also incredibly pretty. That's probably not so coincidental.
Now it's time for more cough medicine and then hopefully some sleep. Happy Boxing Day!
Among my swag were four CDs. Four! Two (from my brother) were medieval music, including one that replaces an old tape that I'd bought back in the early 80s and for which I've been seeking a replacement for many, many years. (It's music from the Crusades, and it includes a "lament" written by Richard the Lionheart who was royally pissed (heh) that no one was paying his ransom and bailing him out of prison.) The other two were Neil Young's Live at Massey Hall (yes! and also from my brother) and from Maddie, the Broadway soundtrack for Jersey Boys which is about Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons. My favorite falsetto has a Bway show about him. Who knew? Besides Maddie, who knows everything about Broadway musicals. I also received - wait for it - my very own electric fireplace. For lo, I am usually freezing. Unfortunately it overwhelms my bedroom, so I'll be returning it for a more mundane space heater, but how cool is that?
I have a cold, and it's moving south into my lungs. Ruh-roh. Because I'm on immunosuppressants, I have to be more vigilant about this relatively small stuff, but Dar is keeping an eye on me, and hopefully this will get the hell outta Dodge pretty soon. My lungs are starting to feel like someone's been sandpapering them.
Chloe Kitty had a most happy first Christmas what with wrapping paper and many ribbons to cavort about with. Jane kind of stayed out of the fray/mess/what-have-you, and I think the rest of the felines were just relieved to have an open path to their pine-scented watering hole once more.
The alpacas got a Christmas treat, too. Our favorite grocery store (Zehr's) was giving away their unused greens, so Dar brought home a couple of fresh pine boughs for the guys. The usual alpaca wackiness ensued.
We start off with the standard "OMG, what the fuck is that?!?!?!" stance.
Huh. I don't think it's going to try to kill us.
Adama (who could put any shark to shame when it comes to being an eating machine) was the first to chow down, which immediately led to Val and Hannibal wanting dibs on his munchies. Uh, no.
The guys lining up prettily for their Christmas picture.
Adama can be incredibly whiny, but he is also incredibly pretty. That's probably not so coincidental.
Now it's time for more cough medicine and then hopefully some sleep. Happy Boxing Day!
