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Cookies and other Christmas things
We did manage to make some of our painted Christmas cookies--before Christmas even--much to my amazement. They all disappeared into a cookie swap, but we will make more. We will make some New Years cookies. Lucky 2013 cookies. But I don't think I've shown these before on LJ? No, I take it back: probably I have. Well, you can't have too many painted Christmas cookies.
We made only stars this time because of having to make 60 for the cookie swap--stars are the easiest shape to guarantee there will be lots.
I've been all kinds of negative these past few weeks, but I think and hope I'm mainly over it. I have a new resolve to notice about people. People are so worthy of notice--every little soul [no they are big: maha-atman] is gonna shine, shine, and all that. Have I said all this before? ... This is feeling very Battlestar Galactica -y, which is not surprising, as the ninja girl and I are finally seeing the last season of that show.
We made only stars this time because of having to make 60 for the cookie swap--stars are the easiest shape to guarantee there will be lots.
I've been all kinds of negative these past few weeks, but I think and hope I'm mainly over it. I have a new resolve to notice about people. People are so worthy of notice--every little soul [no they are big: maha-atman] is gonna shine, shine, and all that. Have I said all this before? ... This is feeling very Battlestar Galactica -y, which is not surprising, as the ninja girl and I are finally seeing the last season of that show.
- The ninja girl and the healing angel did get to play their duet for my dad, and it was beautiful to inhabit that room for those moments, us and the music, together.
- At the midnight Mass, they played the melody Picardy, to which "Let All Mortal Flesh Keep Silence" is sung.
- My dad has an iPad now, and so we got to talk to Siri. Did you know her favorite movie is Bladerunner?
- We saw five hawks a-perching on our way home.
- At a rest stop on the way home, as we were getting out of our car, a woman was getting out of hers with her dog, and another family, with young children, were getting out of theirs, and the dad in that family said to the woman with her dog, "We saw you at the last rest stop, walking your dog! What a nice dog--and you're so good, stopping at each stop for him." They are strangers, but traveling the same highway at the same pace.