I’m entering a contest! Why don’t you enter it, too?

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Holidays often make us nostalgic for childhood: our own, most of all. Our lost childhoods, gone forever in a mist of memory and turning pages. . . . Looking back, I realize that the zeitgeist of my memory often depended on sheer serendipity. This realization has nothing much to do with any mantic sense; ataraxia is not a thing to be given a lick and a promise, no matter what our praxis might be. I especially love the memory of lying under my blankets, savoring my sapid, secret contraband of halvah, in the semilunar holiday bowl brought out only for December. No planned activity could ever have touched it.

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Good luck to you, and good luck to me. I love contests.

After my blazingly talented Tumorless Sister’s wonderful Christmas concert last night, my kind and generous Other Sister took us all out to eat at a lovely restaurant we’d all been to before and really enjoyed.

A good time was had by all, even me; that’s saying a lot when you’re sitting in a fancy restaurant soaking wet because a waiter spilled a tray of ice water and cubes down your back. It wasn’t his fault; it was only water; it was no big deal and I hope the manager didn’t lace him down. Accidents happen.

My underwear and the lining of my coat were still wet hours later when I got home, even after a few hours of shopping and a two-hour drive. I think probably the freezing weather helped preserve the moisture.

Maybe it’s just me, but if I managed a fancy expensive restaurant, and an employee drenched a customer with a waterfall of ice water and cubes, I’d offer that customer a discount of some kind, even if the customer was gracious and laughing about it. (after the initial shock wore off; that was SOME KIND OF COLD, I’m tellin’ y’all.) (I couldn’t even talk for a few minutes!)

Not this restaurant. Full price for everybody at the table.

Next time we’re all together, we’ll go someplace else.

Mamacita, Scheiss Weekly

I read blogs via Google Reader these days, and I haven’t actually clicked on a link in my blogroll for weeks and weeks. Tonight I started clicking, and I realized that many of my blogroll links are no longer working.

So I’m going to clean it out! And I’m going to add all the working links to my Google Reader because some of them aren’t on there.

There are a LOT of links on my Google Reader that aren’t in my blogroll, too. . . hmm, maybe I should just do away with the blogroll and use the reader.

Then again, I find a lot of blogs I like by clicking on other people’s blogrolls, figuring that if I like one blogger, I’ll probably like some of his/her blogrolled choices. It works, too.

I’m not sure what I’m going to do, but this I do know: tonight, I’m mowing through the links and deleting all that no longer work. In a few days, please check, and if I’ve deleted you and you’re still alive and blogging, please email me and I’ll put your working link back on.

I’m not mad at anybody and I intend to delete only those links that don’t work any more.

Thank you for your understanding and cooperation. You may all return to your usual goings-on; I’m sure they’re more exciting than mine.

That’s right: to make a hyphenated word plural, put the sign of the plural on the more important word, which is usually the first word. Goings-on is correct.

Brothers-in-law. Maids-of-honor. Passers-by. Presidents-elect.

Oh wait, it’s the weekend! I’m off-duty! I’ll stop now. Carry on.

And I’m sure you all will. 🙂

Mamacita, Scheiss Weekly