
On Wednesday evening Carl, Martha, Ariel and Vernon came
for Christmas Eve dinner and to open presents. It was
myself. How can you miss with prime rib?
The next day Viki, Ed, Liza and Keegan came and we had
the leftover beef, enough for everyone to have a slice and
I had also a boneless ham which Robert helped me slice
with my meat slicer. I love the meat slicer, but don't
get to use it very often. It doesn't work for anything
with bones in it and most of the meat I cook has bones.
anything productive.
I am reading "Interred with their Bones" by Jennifer Lee
Ca

a mysterious path we plod, with murder wherever
we go. It's one of those that is hard to put down,
but it is pretty gruesome, too.
I've been cataloging the photographs that Martha took
while we were in Gothic and en route to there. She
entered one of her photographs at a photographic contest
that Motorola ran and it came in second. She gave it
to us, beautifully framed and ready to hang. I have
replaced the "Boy with the Torn Hat" with the new
picture. It is quite stunning.

1 comment:
Ann, I love the tone of your blog. It sounds like you have a beautiful soul. And you are a very good writer. And even though I can hear of some challenges in your posts there is a peacefulness in your life.
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