Christmas/New Year’s went just fine. The family gathered, made merry, and departed without incident. I can’t think of any rational reason to think I messed up in any major way as a host. Which doesn’t, of course, stop me believing I did.
We got enough snow today to justify my going out and blowing it out of the driveway after work. Interesting snow. It was in no way sticky (it’s far too cold for that), and yet it tended to clump up in the chute anyway, having to be cleared out. Which could generally be done by jerking the front up and down, because the dry snow fell right out again.
A Facebook friend alerted me to this video of Sissel doing “Auld Lang Syne” (mostly in Norwegian). The version I first saw was somebody’s creative mash-up, incorporating a rather banal poem and pictures of cuddly forest creatures. Fortunately I was able to find a clean version:
I don’t like the androgynous look on Sissel at all, but I think I’ve never heard her in finer voice.
Happy New Year.
this week, and I don’t plan to read all of the recipes in the last third of it, but if I get through most of it of the rest, I will consider it read. Other books have only four or five chapters suitable for a particular reader. Can’t that reader consider the book read, once he has read from it? Isn’t thoughtful reading of a portion better than cover-to-cover reading for the sake of it?
