Rhythm but no math in that sequence, the ages present at our family gathering. I am blessed—to an extent it’s taken a half-lifetime to appreciate—in being part of an extended family that basically Just Gets Along and is generally free of insane behavior and murderous emnity. So we get together, we hang out, we ate turkey with all the fixings (my minor contribution was the mashed potatoes with green onions for colour). I’d promised the relatives, spread across Canada, a Green Christmas if they came down to Vancouver. Herewith a picture or two. I hope your Christmases were merry, and I hope you were with your families and with agreeable people and with luck both.
Below, first of all, I’m reading How the Grinch Stole Christmas to the kids. Second, proof that when we say Green Christmas, we mean it (but see the ski slopes peeking through the clouds). Third, my sister-in-law’s fifth picture ever (of the brother she’s not married to) on her new Christmas digicam. More formally: Portrait of Donald Bray (photo credit Leslie Enns).
Geek dimension: hmm, I bought URU, the latest Myst instalment, for general family amusement, and it seems to work pretty well for that.
God Bless Us Every One.