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Today we went to [livejournal.com profile] callicrates' maternal grandmother's place for a family gathering. Steve, the uncle Andy was so concerned about earlier this year, seems to be doing as well as can be hoped. He's in the middle of his three-week off-period on chemo and appears to tire easily, but is still smiling early and often. All of us got a wonderful picture of him with his daughters, Beth and Katy. I'm guessing wife Delma was taking the picture, hence her absence.

I had asked her earlier this year, when the news was still grim, about making her a mother's ring. She's a nurse, though, and doesn't even wear her wedding ring. I made her a necklace instead and set it with stones for Steve, Beth, and Katy. She likes it, and I also talked to Emily's two sisters. I will most likely be using the same necklace setting for them, since they both like Delma's a lot and both want stones for Grandmother, Granddad, and their respective husbands. The setting only takes three stones, which generally limits who can get it where children are involved.

Jane's husband, Bill, put me on track to George MacDonald (the one who wrote at the turn of the last century, not the more current one whose genre is mystery or children's, I think), whom CS Lewis considered a mentor of sorts. Bill is also into Narnia big time, and in the course of the day we managed to get enough interest that most of Emily's brothers and sisters as well as Tom and Emily will be going along with Andy and me to see The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe tomorrow.

We got snail-mail earlier in the year that Andy's cousin Rachel is going to Poland over her college's January break as part of a college-sponsored exchange program. I had wanted to burn her a copy of the Koledy, but I could not find it anywhere in the house. On a hunch I asked Tom if I'd left the disc at their place two years ago, and I had. It's nice listening to them again, and since Rachel's family stayed home this year, we'll send her a copy in the next day or two.

For Christmas Tom and Emily made me into an (i)Pod person. Erin, Andy's sister, gave us a gorgeous oil lamp with a delicate tree cutout whose shadow it casts on the wall. She also gave us some notecards into which she'd sewn pieces of cloth in quilt patterns. I'm more likely to frame and hang them than I am to send them to anyone. And that way I can keep the sheet of Jim Henson stamps she included. Andy gave me season I of The Muppet Show and a pair of (pretty shiny poing!) dichroic glass earrings made by a guy in Albuquerque and sold in the gallery which Andy uses to frame his tessellations.

We'll hopefully be seeing [livejournal.com profile] turnberryknkn as well as [livejournal.com profile] erish and her spouse when we go to Michigan on Tuesday, which just makes things better.
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If you're celebrating tomorrow; enjoy. If you already celebrated, do something fun again. If you aren't celebrating for a few days yet (or at all), then do something fun anyway.

[livejournal.com profile] lowapproach, if you go to visit Heidi and Sean, please foozle them for us. Also, feel free to update [livejournal.com profile] callicrates and me with kitty cuteness/misbehavior/etc at any time.
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We were up very late doing last-minute laundry and packing and such on the night of December 20th-21st, and we had to get up fairly early on the 21st. While [livejournal.com profile] callicrates did his morning stuff I went and picked up some last-minute chocolate gifts and breakfast, which were tragically mutually exclusive. For the plane ride I took a cooler as a carry-on, and so we had carrots, fresh fruit, and bottled water bought for less than the GNP of a small country. We had a three-hour layover in Denver, so I grabbed my sweatshirt and Andy's fleece and took a two-hour (or so) nap. We gave out mums (snowflake or star, I think) instead of carnations. While I still much prefer carnations for other times, I love how festive and snowflake-like these mums look.

When we got to Andy's folks' place we chatted, caught up, and did other fluttery things of which even oxygen-deprived air travelers are capable. I managed to fall asleep fairly quickly, and Andy and I pretty much slept until after noon. His friend Tony came over and we hung out for a while. Unfortunately every minute of Tony's from here until he leaves is spoken for, sometimes twice. Sara, his wife, couldn't make it at all. Someday we'll get to see her again. I hope.

Tonight I'm up with my usual insomnia. I had been hoping my internal clock would take a few days to catch up, but it is apparently more resilient than I am. Hopefully I won't yawn too much (or fall asleep) at the paternal in-law gathering tomorrow. I'm making some of the cocoa mix which seems to go over well with people who have tried it and we'll be giving that out as gifts. We may or may not also give out pictures of us as well.

I still love the elliptical. Enough so that even though I forgot my sneakers and my normal boots are not fit for exercise, I've used it anyway. Andy and I may go buy some cheap temporary sneakers since the treads are a bit hard on stocking feet, or I may just find enough old cloth to form a barrier between the treads and me. We only have seven days left and three of those will be spent visiting [livejournal.com profile] erish and her spouse in Michigan, so getting sneakers might be a bit silly. I do, however, plan on using the exercise shoes which I left at home for airline travel; they slip off and on easily which is a heaven-send at security screening, and they have some stretch to them which will be good for the inevitable flight-related swelling.

Before we left we got a toaster! Our old one may well have come out of a gumball machine, and probably one of those which didn't cost a whole quarter. We've had it for a long time, and recently it seems to be having its settings beamed to it from some capricious aliens who want drive us out of what's left of our minds. That or maybe Heidi and Sean are changing around its heat sensors when we're not looking. Speaking of the two furballs, they also got a package from the same folks who sent the toaster which may even distract them from sabotaging the new one. Those of you who are culpable, thank you very much.

I had a dream last night that Sean was kitty-napped. Luckily it was one of those dreams in which you know you're dreaming, so I did not freak out and send a zillion e-mails to [livejournal.com profile] lowapproach, who is sitting on them... or, rather, kitty-sitting for us. I can't wait to get home and foozle the squeak out of Heidi and the meow out of Sean, though. I hope they've not thrown too many wild parties for the other neighborhood felines.


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