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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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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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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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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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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Better late than never

Since we’ve called her Doodlebug for years (before she was born, actually), Zozer was a Doodle Bug for Halloween…costume courtesy of Grammy (who rocks with a sewing machine more than anyone else I know).

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Happy Thanksgiving

Yes, that’s her handprint. Yes, it appears she has only three fingers and a thumb. Judging from the other turkeys I saw, the pinky was supposed to be brown. Maybe she didn’t like brown. Maybe she was being proper and had her pinky raised. Maybe she knows the aesthetic rule that odd numbers are more visually pleasing than even, so she decided her turkey would have only three feathers instead of four.

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