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I'm still enamored with the shoes.  A  commenter  mentioned having a pair of clogs like the ones in the photo.  I think I had a pair of clogs myself, though I'm not sure?  It sure seems like I would have had one, though...  I did have a pair of these: Dr. Scholl's Exercise Sandals.  Man, were they popular.  At least when/where I went to school.  And they made a hellacious CLOP when those heels hit the floor.  It may or may not have been a point of pride for who could clop the loudest.

It was a very windy here, bringing in very cold air.  Some of you have been in the cold for several days and don't want my whining.  Please know, though, that I actually envy your cold and snow.  Not how dangerous it can be, but how beautiful. Y'all know how much Internet scrolling you can do when you don't feel like doing much else.  Today I wound up at the website of a store called  Pull and Bear , and this platform shoe stopped me cold: I won't buy a pair (aged out of them, you know), but they fascinate me for some reason.  It may be the cut of the heel.  It's almost architectural.  I don't know --- they just strike a chord somewhere somehow.  And if you must know, I did indeed once own a pair of slingback platforms.  They were white.  I distinctly remember wearing them on two extremely different occasions: my grandfather's funeral and the wedding of one of my cousins.  Come to think of it, I may have worn the same dress to ...

I think I got sick once everything I had to do for Christmas was done and my adrenaline ebbed.  Why I'm still sick . . .?  Sleep is sporadic, because I'm drenched in sweat, or have shivering chills, or wake up coughing (cue my ribs and sides aching.)   

Honestly, I wasn't thinking "pun" when I thought of the title. Festive little touches at my daughter's: Grogu a little tipsy? Yep, she's a Star Wars fan. But she hasn't rolled far away from the tree. The house across the way has had lights on a front yard tree, which is something I like a lot.  Each night when I've taken Tap out, I've looked at it and seen different things. A yeti or chimpanzee holding a tree to help go down a hill. Downhill skier. Elf pulling a sack of gifts to Santa's sleigh. If you look at it sideways, a running goat with someone on its back. Someone going UPhill on a sled, scarf blowing back behind. A ballerina --- or ballerino --- mid-jete'. Jester with hula-hoop. Others. Probably the funniest holiday "thing" I saw this year: Hannah gave me scented glue sticks. Apple pie, sugar cookie, blueberry and watermelon.  This is my 2025 Nativity: a pin. That's practically a Toddler Jesus, if you ask me. This might be ...

Do any of you have a hot water bottle?  Covers for them seem to be a knitting staple.  If you do have one, can you tell me the advantages/disadvantages of it versus a heating pad?  I've had to keep a heating pad on my chest to battle congestion.  Of course, you can't get far away from an outlet with a heating pad;  a water bottle seems portable. If I'm ever able to knit again, that might be a good project.   Simple but pretty.  Confetti yarn.  Model by  No Frills Knitting .

As my children were growing up, I steadfastly refused to talk about them turning into "such grown-ups"* or "big people."  They were going to be adults for a long time --- why rush them?  Why inherently make growing up sound more appealing than being a child?  Enjoy being young.  Play.  Pretend One of the true bummers of being an adult is that Christmas isn't terribly magical anymore.  Getting to sleep on Christmas Eve isn't a problem, for one thing.  It simply isn't the same.  It can be happy, it can be fun, but it's not the same. Our trips to and from Atlanta were surprisingly easy, traffic-wise.  Everyone seemed genuinely pleased with their gifts.  We had delicious snack-y foods.  I'm sick, so I did a good deal of dozing.  In lieu of new toys to play with, my little ones spent many minutes during the day like this: I hope you and yours had a happy, merry day. *If Briton answered the phone when a particular hospice nurse of Da...

The last Advent book is this??   Was there just a random draw?  Very weird and, yet, interesting. Isn't there something about Christmas in "The Taming of the Shrew?"  Still, if you're trying to provide folks with surprises in an Advent calendar, this has certainly accomplished that goal. For many years, our Christmas Eve tradition was going to IHOP for dinner, come home and watch "Muppet Christmas Carol, then open one gift each.  We had to stop that when 1) IHOP started closing early, and 2) getting Hannah here --- with her cats --- became too much of a deal.  So now Briton and I find a place that's open and have a daytime meal.  Today, we went to  Tacqueria Tsunami , and my red boots drew comments.  They usually do. Happy Christmas Eve to you all.  May your Christmas Morning dawn bright and happy, and may your floor be covered with ribbons and torn wrapping paper.

It's "Christmas" and "Isn't Christmas fun?" and "Oh, we get to decorate" and zhushing scissors through wrapping paper, and then, it STOPS.  No more baking, no more checking lists and checking them twice, and some (maybe *cough* in your own family) are already angling to take all the decorations down.  And woe, WOE, to those who have to go right back to work.  I truly hate that for you all. Am I right? Another cover I like: I've never been gung-ho about Peter Pan.  Sorta of a "whatever, it's fine" shrug.  The movie "Finding Neverland" I did enjoy, though.  Yes, I realize it's technically a prequel to the Peter Pan story.  Still. Time to shine the red boots!

Charlotte missed the "Lean" memo. I'll give them "Frank," because they do use sort of fancy script, but there is no way in the world  that this says "Baum." What do you think the last book will be?  A Christmas Carol   is what I've been thinking all along. Speaking of books: From my best friend.  We've been giving each other Marx Brothers gifts for 50+ years.  One year, we gave each other the same Harpo t-shirt.  

Okay, if you glance at it, it looks like "Jules Verne." But if you're just glancing, the title looks like Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sex.

Even the typesetter gave up on the author's name for a minute.

"To Sherlock Holmes she is always the woman."  So begins I am a Sherlock Holmes fan.  I married a man who was a Sherlock Holmes fan.  We spent many, many hours watching the Basil Rathbone movies. Heck, my Senior Paper in high school was a character study of Holmes.  Rathbone pops into my head on hearing the name "Holmes," but I've liked other portrayals.  Ian McKellen was wonderful as "'Mr. Holmes."  I like Benedict Cumberbatch on principle, though I think I only saw one episode of "Sherlock."  Jonny Lee Miller is a favorite, and I thoroughly enjoyed "Elementary."  One the world has been deprived of is the rumored Hugh Laurie as Holmes with Stephen Fry as Watson.  Imagine how glorious that would be.

 This, I don't think, took an infinite number of monkeys with typewriters.  One monkey with one typewriter could have done this. The author's name.  The name.   At least the cover is pretty. Some of my time of late has been spent playing the app "Jigmerge."  Remember those little plastic slide-y number puzzles, put the tiles in order 1 through 9?  This is sort of like that. I wasn't ever able to do those, but I'm enjoying this.  And most of them are more than 9 pieces. A week 'til Christmas...  The last two months of the year have velocity.   I have precisely one gift for my daughter.  Her unwrapping is going to be quick and clean.

I used to have a pair of these.  Buying them at a boot store in my undergraduate college town is a vivid memory.  I literally wore them out --- soles, heels, straps, vamps...  Lots of good times in them.  People are selling them for near $200 now. It's been a quiet day here.  I did little odds and ends things: replaced a light bulb in one of the porch lights, cleaned the master bath, picked out some frames for some things, you get it.  I even started wrapping gifts.  Hello, zsushing sound from scissors moving through wrapping paper! This was all fun for a while, but now it's just plain frustrating. "O'Leavis Canbolle."  Really?  I plan on reading each of the little books --- do you think the insides will be as indechiperable as the covers? Relax, though.  It's hockey season, which means we get to see again.  Hey, Henrik --- how you doin'?

 If you're hungry and thirsty, here's your combo. Be sure the drink is COLD and the Krystals just came off the griddle.  A warm Krystal is unmatched.  Except for a warm glazed Krispy Kreme.  Yes, I call the burgers "Krystals" and the doughnuts "Krispy Kremes."  It may be just a regional thing;  I don't know. The most famous author of all (just like Rudolph is "the most famous reindeer of all") is not the name to misspell   mangle. "Wiccinst Sttne&sF(?)anc"??? It appears ring has a uterus.

We may have entered a small stretch of pretty Advent book covers. Read it.  Had the unreliable narrator discussion. Saw Redford as Gatsby. Saw Scott Wilson kill him. Went on to love Scott Wilson anyway. Still haven't  watched his  death scene in "The Walking Dead."  Doubt I ever will. There was a very special guest at the library this weekend, and my son got not one, but two photos with him. I think he kind of misses his days in Children's.  My son.  Totoro will be there forever.  

Probably mostly because there's a lion at the top.  I've read individual fairy tales by the Grimm "bru6ners," but not the entire collection.  Some fairy tales are sincerely dark and cruel;  what is up with that?

Thank you, thank you Diego.  What a year you gave us.  And your finishing 2nd in Heisman voting gives us another reason to appreciate what you did.   You turned up. ⚓️⚓️⚓️⚓️⚓️⚓️⚓️⚓️⚓️⚓️ This one I know.  This one I've read.  Although I don't usually like short stories, London wrote one called "To Build a Fire" that I find masterful.

Well, okay, I guess... So, is the snail also a toothpick caddy? I couldn't bring myself to share the picture.  Just imagine duck heads.  Freeze-dried.  In a package.  That you would have to put your hand in to get to give to your dog because evidently some dogs like to crunch on duck heads.* Okay.  Today we have a meager step toward non-lunacy. Look at this face.  This face makes so many things bearable.  It was looking in my direction on Pinterest, and caused me to sigh happily. I know I told you I had no photos of my Thanksgiving, and that's true about photos of my own.  This one, though, is a 100% accurate representation of that day. *The shiver is a given.

Honestly.