Around the turn of the century, Jekyll Island was a hunting club for the richest men in modern history to hang around inventing the Federal Reserve or arranging the first transcontinental telephone call. Here they are throwing a party for Andrew Carnegie. So we decided to have coffee and sit around like disaffected billionaires.
Obviously we went back to the beach for Christmas, to see the wildlife. Then we came home for Claymation Christmas, And Toshia's bubbling-hot Blackberry Cobbler.
Simon is the brother I tell you about whose e-mails always describe some ridiculously awesome job he just got. He couldn't leave his current job for more than a day or two, so Christmas is at his place this year, so we get to do the job too.
Mom knocked down a palm tree at work today. She takes care of plants for restaurants, malls, fabulously wealthy people, etc. While we were driving a former presidential candidate came on the radio to advertise mortgages. Mom insists that this is a regular occurence.
I never believe it's Christmas time until there are coloured lights outside my window, or a room lit only by a tree. Or when I'm opening presents under a piano.
I'm allowed to start being a real student now. I didn't have any wine, though, M. I guess alcohol-free vegetarian Indonesian-Chinese Food Karaoke restaurants are to the linguist as wine is to the philosopher.
There was a table in our lobby, with a sign that said "Frank Said No" as its only raison d'etre. I keep telling Olivia to make a happy-coloured tile mosaic on it that reads "Olivia Says Yes!" This is presumably because I am delusional from lack of sleep.
Yeah, Jo, I was just missing snow, too, a few days ago. The blizzards aren't even that bad - the bad part comes when the snow isn't plowed so it gets packed down to ice-ruts on the roads and sidewalks and stays that way for 5 months.
This "Status" box is the best part of the swine-flu intake form by far. The "Aboriginal" box is included here to show you that the "Status" box is, by implication, NOT OPTIONAL.