December 11, 2008
New Zozer Art
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December 10, 2008
The eyes have it
Or, rather, one eye has it. A virus. A veyerus, so to speak. Well, not so much the eye as the eyelid, which is much preferable to having a virus in the actual eye. Basically, I have a cold sore on my left eyelid, which is itchy and painful and quite disgusting.
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December 9, 2008
Farewell, Polaroid
This is the last month of the last year of production of Polaroid film.
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December 8, 2008
Contentment
Sorry no posts since Thursday. Friday was busy at work, then Friday night (into Saturday morning, then, after a brief sleep, all day Saturday) was spent readying the house for The 2008 Grand Lighting Celebration Saturday night. Party went well…lots of fun, food, lights… We’ll try to get the show videotaped again this year and I’ll post another clip.
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December 5, 2008
Boomba…HEY!
When I was a sophomore in high school, my guidance counselor called me into his office one day and said, “There’s a program I think you’d like, but you need to take some tests to get into it. Want to try?” Being young and naive, I said, “Sure!” with no hesitation. I don’t remember even asking much about what the program was or what the tests involved. We scheduled some times over the next couple of weeks and I’d show up and he’d put me through what I thought were some pretty silly tests.
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December 3, 2008
Fall Montage
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December 3, 2008
Bahchoo humbug
While M and Zozer are getting over their colds, I’m sinking down into the snot-infested pit of headcold hell. Blech.
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December 1, 2008
Ahead of schedule
The weekend was spent in a last-minute flurry of getting the display ready (M) and getting our train board and tree up (A). All is on schedule (dare I say, actually a bit ahead of schedule), and we’re even ahead on classwork so all is good.
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November 27, 2008
Floored
Last night at dinner Zozer started acting funny. She wouldn’t eat, and just wanted to be held. After dinner we bundled her up, strapped her in the car and drove home. She fussed a bit on the way, and was just generally not herself. Upon arrival, we got her coat, hat and gloves off her, and when I picked her up to carry her to her room, she felt like a little furnace. Uh oh.
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November 25, 2008
Better late than never
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