As you can see, I've already fallen down on posting every day. But I can endeavor to endeavor.
I can say something positive today. Last night, BB found my great-great grandmother's tree ornaments, the ones I was a little worried had somehow been thrown out last year. They normally sit high atop our tree each year, because they are extremely fragile. They're made only of wire and a sort of cloth and tinsel covering, plus tiny balls and bits of gold thread. I hope to pass them on to FB so that he can have something from one side of the family that goes back well over a century. When BB discovered the little box we'd stored them in, and somehow failed to open this year, it brightened my entire day.
Another positive; people seem to be liking the fandom_stocking stuffers I provided for them, which tickles me.
And finally, people were particularly good to me this year. I got loads of wonderful recipes (including one for barbecued peaches, which means I want to go out and get peaches right this minute to try it out) and a couple of lovely cards, and stories. I'll thank everyone more personally a little later, but to all of you right now - thank you so much!
BB and I have watched the first two episodes of Agent Carter (apparently they were initially shown as a two-hour, two-episode presentation, but we watched the separate hours on two consecutive nights), and we are both very, very impressed with it. I like Peggy, I like the care shown with the period (certainly more than many television shows offer), although, as a consumer of old-time radio drama I have to say they overdid it with the camp. I can tell you that most radio dramas, even during the 1940s, even when they dealt with heroes or superheroes, were usually a lot less awful than that. Still, that's a minute cavil.
In considerably grimmer thoughts, I am still torn up about the massacre at Charlie Hebdo, (I may not be a fan of that kind of journalism, but they were journalists, so it hits even harder than it would otherwise) the horrific and stupid subsequent attacks at mosques or businesses near mosques, and the cornering and hostage-taking at the kosher delicatessen. I understand and support both #iamcharlie and #iamahmed, and I fear for further violence. I'd say that god must be weeping now, god and all their prophets and angels, but I don't think they have stopped crying for a long, long time.
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