Month: December 2009

  • I spent the whole weekend in holiday preparations. This in good in that  I’m now pretty well prepared for the holidays.

    It’s not good in that I have lots of work to do before the holidays. However, the boys are going climbing, so I’ll have the house to myself and will not be distracted by their frivolity.

    Yeah, like that’s been the issue.

    Anyway, here you can see some lovely Apricot Almond bars. I also made Cranberry Chocolate Chip cookies with weird stripey chocolate chips. They’re quite pretty and sparkly looking.

    I also made soap, some of which is actually sparkly, because it has glitter in it. Special soap-making glitter. I scented these with Cranberry Fig, Frankincense and Myrrh, and Christmas Forest. 

    Today’s song is “The Holly and the Ivy,” in honor of the solstice. I can offer you sheet music and a video of the Winchester Cathedral Choir singing it really well.

    However, I was startled to read this morning that this song was first created as an advertisement in 1700. I can’t confirm this story, sos if you like to think of this as a medieval carol combining ancient pagan imagery with the newly-popular Christmas story, feel free. It’s a wonderful carol, and nice in small groups as well as in big choral arrangements.

    Here is a terrible photo of a pair of nice wooly slippers, felted to a good sturdy thickness.

    It takes about three movies to make a pair of these, if you don’t make mistakes while working on them.

    I might finish another pair.

    Yesterday did include some dramas, including the launch of a new homepage from one of my clients. He’s showcasing Easter products. They aren’t available yet, and no one wants Easter stuff right now, anyway. So that’s a bit frustrating in its way. However, I’m also starting on a Passover travel website, so I guess I can work out strategies for the two of them together. #2 daughter and I have a virtual meeting planned this evening to get it worked out.

    Onward!

  • Feeling very festive around here. Lots of fine music in church, nonstop cookie and candy making around the house, presents wrapped and under the tree.
     
    I fed my crew quiche and sweet rolls.

    Below is candy made with almond bark, Rice Krispies, almonds, and dried cranberries. You might not think that sounds tasty, but it is.


    For today, I offer you a few of the most beautiful Christmas songs there are:

    What Sweeter Music” is John Rutter’s setting of a poem by Robert Herrick in honor of the birth of King Charles. Listen to Rutter’s own group singing it at Last FM, where you can also find a video of The Choirboys doing it.  Lovely stuff.

    Rutter also has arranged “Quelle Est Cette Odeur Agreeable” or “Whence is this goodly fragrance flowing?” This traditional song is charming in any arrangement, or no particular arrangement at all, though I particularly like Chanticleer’s recording.

    All My Heart This Night Rejoices” is another simply lovely tune. We’re planning to sing this on Christmas Eve. Bach has done a gorgeous arrangement, but it’s beautiful any way you do it. Here you can hear it with great acoustics.

    While we were playing around with almond bark, we also dipped pretzels.  You can make these plain or fancy, completely cover the pretzels or just dip a bit, drizzle them with different colors, add sprinkles and stuff, or arrange them into wreaths.

    On the left you can see a wreath made with chocolate almond bark and dried fruits, as well as the completed Cranberry Almond Bark..

    And here’s a bucket full of the pretzels that the boys and I made.

     
    I have a pair and a half of slippers knitted and ready for felting.

     

    So, yeah, doing pretty well with the whole holiday prep thing. Lots of work still to be done, but I hope to finish it all up today and tomorrow and enjoy Christmas thoroughly.

  • Yesterday had some exciting moments. I met with a new designer, unfortunately a print designer, but open to  learning to adapt to the web, and good enough and versatile enough that I felt quite excited. More about that later, probably.

    I also won a Kindle. Yes, it is true: to my complete astonishment, I won a Kindle in a haiku contest. You will recall, perhaps, that I won some expensive software I had coveted in a comment contest not too long ago. For both of these, the pay-per-word is impressive. It seems a little wrong, since I already own a Kindle, but #2 son reminded me of the time he won a second crash pad at a climbing competition. He had won his first crash pad at a similar competition, so he gave that second prize to a competitor.

    “There was no appreciation,” he said. “Everyone just said I was stupid.”
     
    Actually, I would like to buy a Kindle for every member of my family, so I am now agonizing over who it should go to. Fortunately, it is unlikely to arrive before Christmas, and also #2 daughter told everyone about my winning it, so I don’t have the option of giving it to someone as a Christmas gift. 

    Freed of that pressure, I can consider whether #1 son, now a creative writing major and therefore likely to need classics of lit as his textbooks, could save a lot of my money on college textbooks if he had a Kindle, or whether #2 daughter, a frequent reader, would most value it. #1 daughter loves gadgets, though, and #2 son is actually away at college without access to the home library, so either of them might appreciate it just as much. We may need to pass it around as the family kindle.

    I got a good deal of work done, and took the evening off to bake cookies, work on Christmas cards and end of the year calculations, and to do a bit more holiday knitting.

    According to the HGP, we shouldn’t still be working on Christmas gifts, since that way lies madness, or at least last-minute stress, but I am being calm about it and figuring that I can save them till next year if they don’t get finished in time.

    Today’s song is “El Noi de la Mare,” a Catalan folk carol. Many translations exist, and John Rutter arranged it under the name “Carol of the Gifts.” The Mormon Tabernacle Choir sings it as “What Shall We Give to the Babe in the Manger?” using these words:

    What shall we give to the babe in the manger,
    What shall we offer the child in the stall?
    Incense and spices and gold we’ve got plenty-
    Are these the gifts for the king of us all?

    What shall we give to the boy in the temple,
    What shall we offer the man by the sea?
    Palms at his feet and hosannas uprising;
    Are these for him who will carry the tree?

    What shall we give to the lamb who was offered,
    Rising the third day and shedding his love?
    Tears for his mercy we’ll weep at the manger,
    Bathing the infant come down from above.

    That’s more literary and better structured than this translation, but I like the folk-style of these words:

    What shall we give to the Son of the Virgin?
    What can we give that the Babe will enjoy?
    First, we shall give Him a tray full of raisins,
    Then we shall offer sweet figs to the Boy.
    First, we shall give Him a tray full of raisins,
    Then we shall offer sweet figs to the Boy.

    What shall we give the Beloved of Mary?
    What can we give to her beautiful Child?
    Raisins and olives and nutmeats and honey,
    Candy and figs and some cheese that is mild.
    Raisins and olives and nutmeats and honey,
    Candy and figs and some cheese that is mild.

    What shall we do if the figs are not ripened?
    What shall we do if the figs are still green?
    We shall not fret; if they’re not ripe for Easter,
    On a Palm Sunday, ripe figs will be seen.
    We shall not fret, if they’re not ripe for Easter,
    On a Palm Sunday, ripe figs will be seen.

    This song is perfect for guitar — in fact, some say it is the last piece that Segovia played. Click that last link for tab, or try a video lesson for playing it.Christopher Parkening has recorded it, if you don’t care to learn to play it on your own guitar and would rather just listen to it.

    But it’s a simple song, and easy to sing, and it will be perfect if you are like me and still have presents to buy, wrap, or make. That list of goodies might also be inspiring for those of us who are still working on the holiday feast, or stockings (though I think the figs and candy rather than the cheese should be put into stockings).

    I leave you with this picture of Toby the dog.

    I think that #2 son should have made the bed up properly and not just prepared himself a little nest on top of   the unfinished quilt, but Toby is completely blissed out because #2 son is here and is allowing him to sleep on the bed, something which Toby is forbidden to do. No gift could be better.

  • Janalisa came over and we built a gingerbread house and caught up on the news.  It was quite fun, even if we had to yell for #2 son at one point to come and help us keep the whole thing from falling apart.

    You can see another picture of it at the Sweetique blog, where you’ll also find a nice collection of chocolate recipes, in case you haven’t yet done all your holiday baking. That’s also where you can get the chocolate rocks you see here.

    I haven’t done much baking at all, but I’m planning to do some. A check arrived yesterday and #2 son and I sallied forth to get Christmas Eve provisions. He started to ask what I was going to bake, and then caught himself and said, “No, you’re busy.” Not in a snarky way, but in a thoughtful way that makes me want to be sure and do some baking.

    We’ve ordered the sandwich tray, though, and I have Christmas cards ready to mail, and I finished the sweater, so I’m feeling fairly prepared.

    If you’re going to bake things with sugar or build things out of candy, then you’ll want to sing “Marshmallow World.” You can listen to Darlene Love’s recording at that link, or go with the lyrics and guitar chords if you want to play it yourself.

    The 1940s and ’50s were one of the big times for Christmas songs, bringing us “White Christmas,” “Santa Baby,” “Run, Run Rudolph,” “Jingle Bell Rock,” “The Christmas Song,” “Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree,” and many more. A lot of those songs didn’t become hits till the ’60s, which was a good thing for the ’60s.

    Christmas songs actually written in the 1960s, such as “Holly Jolly Christmas” and “Marshmallow World,” tend to be extremely stupid. Here are the lyrics for today’s song:

    It’s a marshmallow world in the winter,
    When the snow comes to cover the ground,
    It’s the time for play, it’s a whipped cream day,
    I wait for it all year round.

    Those are marshmallow clouds being friendly,
    In the arms of the evergreen trees,
    And the sun is red like a pumpkin head,
    It’s shining so your nose won’t freeze.

    The world is your snowball, see how it grows,
    That’s how it goes, whenever it snows,
    The world is your snowball just for a song,
    Get out and roll it along.

    It’s a yum-yummy world made for sweethearts,
    Take a walk with your favourite girl,
    It’s a sugar date, what if spring is late,
    In winter, it’s a marshmallow world.

    The world is your snowball, see how it grows,
    That’s how it goes, whenever it snows,
    The world is your snowball just for a song,
    Get out and roll it along.

    See? It’s nearly meaningless. The tune is also rudimentary. However, it’s kind of catchy and fun to sing.

    I don’t know why people churned out dozens of holiday songs that went on to become classics for a couple of decades, and since then have mostly given us stuff like “Last Christmas.” Something wrong with that.

    I’m hoping to get a lot of solid work in today. Several of my clients are having tech troubles of various kinds, but I’ve got stuff from the arts center to do, and I’m hoping to get people’s blog posts scheduled for the week from Christmas to New Year’s, so I can take a little time off.

    At this time of year, a lot of offices get relaxed and holiday spirited. The Desk Set is of course the ideal example of this. I’m trying for that even if I don’t have coworkers laughing in the halls and a break room full of fudge and champagne.

    All my menfolks are off now, so I have crowds of guys playing video games. It’s not quite the same thing.

  • Today’s song is “Come Ye Lofty, Come Ye Lowly,” a Breton dance tune arranged by Gustav Holst. It’s very fun and sprightly.

    Yesterday was a day full of challenges. That’s ambiguous, of course, because we use “challenge” both to describe fun puzzle-like hard stuff and also to refer euphemistically to frustrating things. Yesterday held some of each.

    I did a couple of blogs and then went to give an exam. While there, I read ahead of the book club in Why Does E=mc2? and found myself enmired in math.

    I’ve always had some trouble with the idea that having the math come out right proves something about the universe. I particularly have trouble with the idea that having the math come out wrong allows us to posit random stuff (multiple universes, for example) to make the math come out right, and then behave as though it must actually exist in reality.

    Isn’t that sort of like deciding that the existence of an extra chair at the table proves that there must actually be another dinner guest?

    Anyway, the diagrams got stuck in my head, and on the way home I found that everything I looked at appeared to have little arrows and letters on it. There are, I have to tell you, hypoteneuses everywhere you look.

    Arrived home, I intended to get the highest priority items covered and then grade papers and finish up #2 son’s sweater before he arrived.

    However, there were all these broken things. One of the blogs where I post on Wednesdays was down, and the template for one of the newsletters I write every month was broken, and then I had a request from one of the folks I blog for to add an example to his post.

    The post in question was on how you can use simple URLs to run a program from a command line within another program. Unsurprisingly, no example sprang to mind.

    I contacted assorted computer guys and eventually came up with one, added it, and moved on to the next task.

    That wasn’t what the client had meant. He meant I should include an example of the code.

    Here was his suggestion: “Perform an immediate two-way synchronization between 2 directories: “FRPCLI 71.58.12.01 mirror2way  //WinLA/C:DataLA //OSXAtlanta/Documents/LA”

    I confessed that I didn’t know how to use that in a sentence.

    “Basically,” the client clarified, “it shows syncing 2 directories, one on WINLA computer and the other on OSXAtalanta computer and the command is ‘mirror2way.’ The point is to show how easy it is.”

    “Ah, yes,” I said drily. It was an IM conversation, so he might not have realized that I was saying it in a sardonic manner.

    He kept saying stuff like this for a while, and then said, “Do you know what I’m talking about?”

    “Of course not,” I answered.

    Not perhaps the best answer, but I was getting exasperated by then and so was he, I think. I don’t think he realizes that “mirror2way” isn’t a normal thing to say.

    #2 son arrived home, I finished up the blog posts, fed everyone hot roast beef sandwiches, and headed out for caroling.

    The caroling was quite disorganized and involved a lot of getting lost. This was the other kind of challenge, but I wasn’t driving, so I stayed calm and enjoyed the singing.

    Home, then, and I almost finished the sweater. I’m going to go now and do so, along with the grading and perhaps the Christmas cards.

  • In chapter one of the book Why Does E=mc2?, the authors talk about the idea of being able to plot things out on a grid. We can start with the longitude and latitude of the earth, a system which works very well, and extend it out infinitely into space. That, then, can be the box in which things move around. If we do this, then even if everything (planets, airplanes, the solar system, the universe) is moving around, we can still say where they are.

    I think this is the image we grew up with, in which we can say that Mars will be visible in the evening sky to the west, just above the horizon, or that the Big Dipper shows us true North and stuff like that. We recognize that we’re moving, but we carry our imaginary grid around with us, and say where things are in relation to ourselves.

    Once we give up the idea that “in relation to ourselves” is an adequate position to take, then we have to give up the idea that things really are in a particular place. If there isn’t any unmoving spot at which to anchor the grid, then the grid itself becomes meaningless, and we can no longer say that something occupies a location.

    I read an explanation of relativity once that talked about loud music in the park. For people, who can get up and move away easily to a place where the sound is quieter, it makes perfect sense to think of the volume as relative to your location (your location relative to the source of the sound, that is). We have no trouble with the concept of sound that is louder when you’re closer to the source and softer when you move away.

    But for a snail, which couldn’t leave the area before the end of the music, it would seem preposterous to talk about loudness being relative.

    So I guess that’s why we have to think about outer space before we can grasp the idea of space and motion being relative in any useful way.

    And I see a lot of connection between relativity and the fact that today’s carol, “Little Donkey,” was completely unfamiliar to me until I read yesterday that it is one of the top ten Christmas Carols in England.

    This totally amazed me.

    Not that there was a carol that I hadn’t heard, because after all that’s the whole point of my bringing you carols that might be new to you — there’s so much Christmas music that none of us has to be limited to hearing the same five tunes till we get sick of them.

    But I was amazed that there would be a carol that was in the top ten most popular list in a nation that I tend to think of as relatively nearby, and that I would never hear of it. It’s not only that so many of the songs we sing at Christmas are in fact from England in the first place, so you might think I’d be up on the oeuvre. It’s that England is in continual contact with the U.S. and we share so much stuff — except this carol.

    I just yesterday finished an assignment for a British musician’s website, the second time this month I’ve worked virtually in England. I’ve read three British novels this month. I read some English people’s blogs. I have a cousin who lives in England, though he’s French rather than British. But still, wouldn’t you think that some time over the years, it would have come up in conversation?

    “We’ve been singing ‘Angels from the Realms of Glory’ and ‘Little Donkey’ a lot lately,” someone might say, or “I feel the same way about ‘Little Donkey’ that you do about ‘The Little Drummer Boy.’” Nope.

    Here is a karaoke singalong so you can learn this wildly popular carol. You can also download the song  and get a little insight into the theology. A nice little essay on the subject provides quite a testimonial for the carol.  This song was written in the 1950s by Eric Boswell, a composer from the north of England who died this month. He trained, as it happens, as a physicist. After the second world war, he began entering songs into competitions. “Little Donkey” was originally a much more complex song, but a singer named Gracie Fields (if you’re in England, apparently, you have to describe her as “the legendary Gracie Fields”) wanted to record it and didn’t have much of a vocal range, so she persuaded Boswell (then named Simpson) to simplify it.
     
    This was a great idea from a marketing standpoint, as it was then recorded by all sorts of people I’ve never heard of, and is now sung every year at schools all over Britain and is, in fact, one of the most popular carols they have.

    I don’t know why the British have been keeping it from us all these years. I plan to go around singing it today, and I hope you will too. I also want your views on relativity and the theological nuances of donkeys. If you want to talk with a bunch of people about relativity and the book Why Does E=mc2, you can do so at SPOB.

    I’m giving another final today, and #2 son is coming home. Last night, having spent the day on tech issues of various kinds (screenshots from Wii, broken email templates, file replication, stuff like that), I found myself alone in the house at dinnertime. I took the opportunity to have sauerkraut, in the form of Choucroute Garni, which I like very much, but which no one else in my family will eat.

    I then finished knitting #2 son’s sweater. I have to put it together and do the neckband, and I might have it finished and under the tree before he arrives today. It could happen.

    Oh — and, having whined about the slowness of payments this month (and with reason), I should also rejoice over the face that two of my small projects have paid me immediately, and paid more than we had agreed on. I assume this shows that they were happy with my work and not Christmas spirit, but it’s still very nice of them.

  • The song for today is “Love Came Down at Christmas,” a sweet song by Christina Rossetti, who also wrote “In the Bleak Midwinter.Jars of Clay has recorded both of these songs (here’s “Bleak”) and lots of people have recorded “In the Bleak Midwinter.” You can get sheet music for several different instruments and hear it played on various things, or have a guitar arrangement.

    Rossetti also wrote a poem called “A Christmas Carol,” but I haven’t found any tune for it. Still, the two with tunes give you a sweet and happy one or a haunting, touching one. That ought to cover whichever mood you’re in today.

    I gave a final yesterday, had a couple of new job inquiries, received a check and ordered some Christmas gifts (and today is about the last day you can do that without paying extra rush fees), graded papers, spent some time with #1 son, and wrote some stuff. I finished the Monday reports for the Northerners at 11:04 last night. I am therefore tired this morning, but I have a whole bunch of interesting work to do, so I shall have some tea and wake up.

    At some point, I need to finish my Christmas preparations. I have cards to address, stamp, and mail, stuff to bake, cleaning and decorating to do, gifts to wrap… I think these are all fun things. I also need to get the office/#2 son’s bedroom cleared up for him, since he will be arriving tomorrow.

    In the choir room on Sunday, the women were going through the annual recitations of holiday overload:

    “I finished decorating, went to the Circle meeting, and then went home and baked nine dozen cookies and graded papers,” they say.

    “Oh, I know! I made a dozen fruitcakes and took them to the women’s shelter and then I picked up the local grandkids to go visit Santa and this afternoon I’m leaving to see the grandkids in Dallas and then on Tuesday I have the open house.”

    SPOB  continues to have interesting discussions. We’ve run through immediate thoughts on space and motion, and now are ready to move on to time. We’ve been talking about how the impossibility of establishing absolute locations — what with the fact that we’re all whizzing about it space on so many levels — has no real effect on our daily lives. It could be, though, that relativity will with careful study unpack some extra moments for wrapping and baking.

    In any case, today is the 15th, my personal deadline for shopping. In fact, it is my custom not to enter stores at all from the 15th through New Year, except for the occasional unavoidable sneaking into a grocery for milk or something. So I guess I had better hit the grocery store today for a final time.

    I’m writing today about file replication, and about Sondheim’s Into the Woods. And grading papers. It’ll be fun.

  • I baked cookies yesterday, as you can see in this overexposed picture.

    Chocolate cherry blossoms. I put them into the freezer, where I now have three sorts of cookies for Christmas. If I get a little more baking in, I’ll be able to do cookie boxes this year as I usually do.

    My sons believe that all cookies should be made freshly between Dec 22 and Dec 25, but I think that the freezer is wonderful with cookies.

    I also knitted up another skein of #2 son’s sweater, and now just have the sleeve caps to do. ideally, I’ll get it done before he comes home from college this week, and have it wrapped up and under the tree. If not,t hen I can make sure it fits before I finish it up, and that’ll be okay, too.

    Today’s song is “Past Three O’clock” by George Woodward, the guy who wrote “Ding Dong Merrily on High.” He used an old wait’s chorus for the refrain, but wrote the rest, and with the sheet music  or a midi you can sing it yourself. (The last link is to a French site, and they’ve gotten a little confused about the lyrics.)

    It’s about angels, and has a tune that works as well with excellent singing and brilliant harmonies as with raucous shouting, so I think this is a carol that everyone can enjoy. Admittedly, it can be hard to fit in a ll the words, since they run to stuff like this:

    Seraph quire singeth, angel bell ringeth,
    Hark how they rhyme it, time it and chime it.

    Past three o’clock and a cold frosty morning,
    Past three o’clock, good morrow masters all!

    Mid earth rejoices hearing such voices
    Ne’ertofore so well caroling Nowell.

    But if it’s too hard, you can always just shout out the chorus.

    You might enjoy a parody called “Past Two O’clock” by David W. Solomon. Not really a parody, but an alternate set of words for those whose holidays focus on celebration rather than angelic visitations.

    I’m feeling pretty celebratory. The cantata went well and I really have no other extra stuff to do, just work and Christmas preparations. I may get my Christmas cards addressed during this morning’s final exam.

  • Xanga wouldn’t allow me to tell you what book I was reading yesterday — or rather, it wasn’t letting me do so by putting up a picture, so I’ll just tell you right here that yesterday I read e2 (eSquared) by Matt Beaumont, an epistolary novel told all in emails and texts. People’s lives fall apart in various entertaining ways, but everyone ends up just about the same at the end of the novel as when they began, so it might not be necessary to rush right out and read it.

    However, they do have “workies.” This might be interns, for all I know, but there are all these emails with the subject line “workies?” and messages like “Workies to make copies for the meeting.” Really, the tasks they are asked to do in the novel run more to cleaning vomit out of the ball pit, because it’s that kind of novel, but I like the concept. In the novel, the workies sometimes have to be inveigled with “choccy bikkies,” which I bet you anything are chocolate cookies.

    While reading, I knitted up another skein of #2 son’s Christmas sweater. I may get it done today.

    My husband hung around with me for a bit while I was doing this, admiring objects in the newspaper ads, which are particularly lavish right now. He was admiring a phone that advertised itself as “with Google.” He frowned. “Google, or goggle?” he asked, pronouncing both words carefully as though they were perhaps not real words at all.

    I may have stared at him a bit. I know that he — in common with most people — has only the faintest idea of what I do, but really it’s hard not to know what Google is even if you aren’t married to a computer guy.

    “Google,” said I. “It’s the page where you go on the computer to look for things. My phone has it, too.” I showed him. “See, the same as on the computer.” Having satisfied himself that he could indeed look up the football scores on my phone, he returned to admiring the phone in the ad. It’s the Hero from Sprint, a $279 phone (before mail-in rebate) which reviewers say is fast and powerful and ugly, and is Android-enabled, which gives it a closer bond with Google than my Blackberry has, I guess.

    I don’t think a person who doesn’t know the word “Google” needs an Android.

    Yesterday also included grocery shopping, which was hideously overdue, with festive foodstuffs of various kinds included. However, I have not yet sorted out the buche de Noel, so I need to get that done.

    Or maybe not. I am still not seeing payments rushing in. The Computer Guy and the New Yorker are in fact the only ones who have paid me this month. So we may have an austere Christmas without such fancy things as bakery-made cakes, and it wouldn’t kill us.

    I did go to the church bake sale yesterday, since I didn’t do much baking of my own this year. I still plan to bake — bought ingredients at the grocery and everything — but at least there will be something on the cookie plate for Christmas Eve if I don’t get around to it.

    This morning is the Christmas Cantata at both services at church. I baked some muffins this morning to put in the choir room for between performances. I should have made them with lots of sugar and white flour, but I didn’t think of it in time. So I have a large platter full of healthy whole grain muffins with fruit in them, and may well end up bringing them all back home again.

    The cantata includes among many other things a bit from “Good Christian Men, Rejoice” which is quite a fun song. We are singing it “Good Christians all rejoice,” which is to my mind the normal way to sing it nowadays, and the back row of basses are complaining about having to do so.

    Whether it is more pathetic that they think it’s too hard to remember to change a single word in the entire cantata from the way they’ve always done it, or that they think it’s unreasonable to object to the use of “men” for all human beings I don’t know. Either way, I expect that we’ll hear further grumbling on the subject today.

    It’s a wonderful, joyful carol, though, and in the privacy of your own home you can sing it either way and no one will know.

  • I had this whole long festive post, and then I lost it. And apparently I hadn’t saved it, because it’s now gone. Sigh.

    The song for today is “Oh! Look at the Sky!” It’s a sprightly Welsh tune, so you ought really to sing in eight part harmony with all your friends, plus a flute and a violin played by people who heard you singing and thought they’d like to join in. If you can’t manage that, it’s nice to hum and dance around to.

    It’s fully light now, so I must run to the grocery store before it gets crowded. I need to finish up #2 son’s sweater before Christmas, and finish decorating, and bake, and other jolly stuff like that.

    I had told you all about my second annual caroling excursion with the Oakland Zion Ladies Missionary Position Glee Club, but I can’t be expected to write all that again, can I?

    Enjoy your Saturday.