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gabriel Love and ferrets and pretending to be a writer. 2003-12-27 8:04 PM Christmas Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: Tired Read/Post Comments (0) |
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The ferrets are: in their brand new cage digging through their bedding and getting cozy Weather: rainy, sleety, soggy Reading: When Christ and His Saints Slept, Sharon Kay Penman. It's about a dark period in English history (there were a lot of those) Listening to in the car: Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury. Check out the latest pics, family ones from Christmas Day at my parents' house, found in the galleries called Franci and Christopher. http://www.pbase.com/procyon_g/family It was good to see everyone. Gregg's son, Tim. came to our place for dinner Christmas Eve and then Christmas morning we went to Franci's, picking up Maggie on the way. It was logical to go there as my parents' place is east and south and Franci's is east and Maggie is in the middle. No one wanted to come out to our palce when we'd all have to go east anyway. We are far west and north. Everyone liked the presents we got them, so that makes me glad. I got something kinda weird from my brother, but that's okay because he gave me something fun, too -- a subscription to Ferrets magazine. The weird thing I did not let on that I thought it was strange, as it's pretty as well as strange. It might well be that he knew it was strange and was waiting to see what I'd say. But I was not sure of that, so I didn't say anything. I just can't see me doing anything with the thing in my domicile, nor in any future domicile of mine. I am not elegant, and this thing sort of is. Eccentric, yet elegant. It's a silver and glass bud vase shaped like an amaryllis. It lays on its side and the part where the bud goes is not deep. I don't see how it would work unless the flower has a flexible stem that could bend along and go back... I'll just have to draw a pictire of it. No! I'll get Gregg to tak a picture of it, and then you'll understand. Oh, dear readers, don't comment on the image in the gallery with anything like, "Oh, I see what you mean-- that IS really weird," because my brother might look at the pics. |
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