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I hate to go so long without checking in, but life, aaahh, you know. I'm digging out from under that Christmas tree skirt piled with heavy presents garbed with gaudy wrap, from the overwhelm of the holiday season, its purpose seeming most days merely to distract us from the fact that fall is over and winter is grabbing us by the balls.
It had its good stuff: the Christmas cards coming in two by two as they encircled the kitchen door frame, a festive Christmas Eve's Feast of the Seven Fishes at Maria's, not quite like in Angelo's day but reminiscent, happy, the kids digging into their booty Christmas morning ... if I'd had more than two hours of sleep I would have appreciated it more ...
Now it's full-on winter and although the kiddies are still singing Christmas carols (pretty much just Rudolph) and basking in the leftover glow, I'm ready for it to be over, to go back to normal, whatever that is.
Tomorrow will be two years since Marco arrived from Ethiopia and I'm considering throwing an Ethiopian dinner party, although I have not the time nor space nor energy nor money for such a thing. But it would be festive. We'll see. I do love cooking Ethiopian food. I'm remembering the last time I made injera bread, fermenting it in my biggest bowl on the countertop for a few days, then drizzling it crepe-like into a huge saute pan, then spreading the massive pancakes over a platter and dropping bits of spicy chicken and egg stew, lentils, on it. It's great fun. The food is wonderful.
I have adopted kids from countries where not only are the folk very fair of face, but the food is exquisite. By chance? Perchance not. Sweet luck. Sweet kids.
Every day is a blessing. Whether we are "religious" or not, our lives on this planet are short and each day from dawn to dusk is full of treats for all the senses.
Happy, healthy 2006 to all.