It's Christmas. I'm at my parents', listening to Elvis sing "Blue Christmas" and Israel yell at someone in Chinese. It's kind of funny.
It's nice to be here. Michal gave me a manicure and painted my nails earlier. Joy's Australian friend is here so we had good southern food like collard greens and fried chicken tonight. I made a pie crust, we sang along with the Young Messiah, and watched The Christmas Story. I think it gets funnier the older I get.
Last night I went to TanJoe's. On the way I drove by the site of our house that once burned part way on Christmas day 15 years ago. It's been a good week seeing my family and friends. I met some really interesting people and learned how to make limoncello.
I do wish California and Georgia weren't so far away from each other, but I'm glad J gets to be with his family. I just found out that if I had done the trip I was supposed to do this week I would be snowed in in Wichita until at least tomorrow night. Instead of Jack Frost nipping at our noses we have his cousin George Drizzle dripping down our necks... Such is Christmas in Georgia. I'm glad to be here. I'm going to sleep.
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I like this very much. :)
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