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PROGRAMMING NOTE from the Author and Archivist


So obviously I just stopped blogging on this platform. I'll get back to it eventually. Or not. I'm taking a break from all social media. It seemed necessary for my mental health.

The last few years have been busy and … challenging:

- 2015 Happened.
- 2016 Let's call it The Lost Year. (Obviously words failed me.)
- 2017 about broke me. Literally. Mentally.
- 2018 was ridiculous, proving 2017 was just a warm up. (Good thing I was already broken so it couldn't hurt as much.#2018TrashCanFire I thought things were going okay, but maybe not?)

- 2019 was such a blur. I know there were highlights, but then stuff happened and carried into the next year...

- And then in March#2020 really took a turn. Who can even categorize 2020? Do we dare?


I kinda want a do-over of some of the last few years. But life doesn’t work that way.


So for now, I'm hunkering down. Regrouping. Trying to stay safe and sort some stuff out.


Stay safe everyone. Stay well.

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Thursday, December 24, 2009

Retroblog December 24, 1981

Today is Tursday, Dec 24th, 1981 Time 2:49 PM

Today is the day before Christmas. I'm really excited. I want a horse, but I dout I will get one. I've been like Santa today I've taken goodies to people in our neboirhood. We really cheered up this old lady. Her foot is hurt. She's always happy to see us. I love her and hopes she gets well

Merry Christmas

As you will expect. I didn't get a horse for Christmas. I may have gotten one of my Breyer horses, but a real-live pony? Not so much. At least I was realistic.

My urge to bake and distribute bundles of cheer to various neighbors, colleaques, and friends, stems from the example of my mother. Every year she would bake things, make things, or buy things, which she wrapped up, and then had us kids distribute throughout the neighborhood.

She's still doing it even though the neighborhood has changed. The circle of Christmas cheer may have contracted, but goodies still get distributed around the block. Many of the neighbors from 1981 aren't there anymore. Some have passed away, and some of them have moved away. However, many of them still call and/or write Christmas cards to my folks -- a legacy of the community Christmas/holiday outreach that my parents undertook.

While my "neighborhood" is a little different, the holidays wouldn't be the holidays if I didn't bake batches of cookies to share with people.

Merry Christmas!

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