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Boxing Day

This is a holiday that they celebrate in Canada and England, but it's business as usual here in the States. Just the day after Christmas: official Present Return Day or something. Me, I'm celebrating Boxing Day in a fit of homesickness or patriotic fever or just the desire not to end the holiday. I'm taking tomorrow off work, too, lazy bones that I am.

We had a lovely holiday. It's a rare Christmas that it's just the two of us so we made the most of it. I didn't do much decorating--just got a few of our decorations out and emptied a shelf of the bookcase and we re-created the annual altar to the Great God Book (we started decorating a bookcase instead of a tree back in 1988 when we didn't have enough money for a tree, though every once in a while we do get a tree despite my guilt. A local store called Chubby and Tubby--yes, really--have trees for $5, though they're frequently a little two-dimensional. Anyway, this year we passed). Instead of fully decorating the bookcase, I draped the garland around the archway between the living and dining room. Happily, a string of lights was still wrapped around that from last year's altar. Cards are perched along the mantle above the fire and atop the other bookcases. I put up the Mrs. Claus hanging that my late grandmother made many years ago--I think my sister has Mr. Claus--and the pull-a-string-and-waves-his-jingle-belled-arms-and-legs Santa is hanging at the front door, and our plastic Santa is in his traditional jail cell in the front door look out (our door has this strange little cage that opens so we can see who's on the doorstep--it reminds me of the one that the guard to the Emerald City uses in The Wizard of Oz movie.

Anyway, our house looks quite festive inside, though we don't have any lights outside.

We slept in Christmas Day--the cats even let us. Well, as long as we got up to feed them at the usual time. We were actually finally woken up by Jim's father and stepmother phoning us. After talking to them, we got up and Jim made espresso and we ate welsh cakes (let me know if you want the recipe for these--they're our family's traditional Christmas treat) while we opened our presents.

The big present we were hoping to give each other was a CD-RW. Unfortunately the one we ordered had no software, manuals, or paperwork, so we have to send it back and reorder one. So, most of our presents for each other were small: books, that sort of thing. My surprise for Jim was supposed to be a typing table (they are really hard to find these days! I was amazed). I ordered one from a place in Missoula, Montana (where we lived for five years during and after graduate school), and unfortunately they had to phone about the order and left a message on our voicemail that Jim heard, so he knew what I was getting him. Sigh.

The most silly thing we got for Christmas--actually a tie, both are things that Christina sent from Taiwan to Maddy and Zach: a hello kitty wand with flashing lights, and a grinning tiger nightlight, which no lie, Maddy rubbed against and turned on this evening. She must like it.

The most useful thing: a new teapot from Chuck and Bob.

The prettiest thing: A white stone that an artist from Taiwan painted using the natural marks in the rock, from my mother. Or maybe some cards my friend Jan got me that come in a lovely tin.

The ugliest thing: a demon that Christina found in a bazaar in Indonesia. This thing is evilly ugly--his strange face end with big square teeth and his tongue hangs like a clapper. Not sure where we're going to put it. Very fun and strange.

Our friends Chuck and Bob came over to exchange presents in the afternoon, and we ended up inviting them for dinner. It felt a little odd eating roast beef in front of vegetarian guests, but they enjoyed the pasta I'd made for Christmas Eve dinner, and we had a lovely afternoon and evening, and Chuck helped Jim put the typing table together. Jim's typing a form right now as I type. Yes, we do find a typewriter useful in our lives, for envelopes that won't go through our printers, forms, etc. I use my typing table as a hold all table, and for my sewing machine (which I don't use nearly enough--I have mending chores to last me an eternity).

The full moon truly was beautiful, even though the weather was foggy. Christmas Eve, Christmas, and Boxing Day all were sunny and beautiful. I love sun in winter--it has such a unique quality to it because of the sun's angle, and it's rare here in the Pacific Northwet. The bits of fog have been lovely, too, but the sun! Well, we all needed a dose of Vitamin D (I'm especially fond of sun because it makes my grey hair shine and become something more than just old folks' hair. The closest I will ever be to being blonde, even though as a child I was very light brown.) Shine on. We're on our way to Victoria on Friday for a family reunion over New Years' so next week's entry will be late. Happy 2000, everyone!

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Went on a Laika binge while writing their entry in The Ectophiles' Guide. Some of the best electronica around. Creative, great vocals, wonderful experimentations. I can hardly wait for their new album.

In other news, we went disc shopping and I didn't buy a thing. Most music I'm interested in right now just doesn't appear in the shops.

I've also been listening to a bunch of MP3 files I downloaded to see if I want to order discs by the artists involved. There are several I'm seriously thinking about. I love MP3 samples because it means that I can listen to songs that interest me intensively and get caught by them enough to buy the albums (or toss the files if they don't interest me). It's as though I can focus my own radio station.

And I have a full album's worth of material by one European band, Shelleys Raven, that couldn't get a record contract and so they made their album available on the web as MP3 files.

Jim got me speakers for my computer as a Christmas present. Makes the MP3s more pleasant listening.

I won't keep any MP3 files for albums that are available for purchase, though, that's just not fair to struggling bands. If I like the music enough to keep listening to it on my computer, I like it enough to buy it.

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Read Elizabeth George's In Pursuit of the Proper Sinner, which is the book that followed the mystery I read last week, Deception on His Mind. I'm at the point with these books that I'm more interested in the lives of the detectives than I am in the mystery, because the mysteries always turn out to be quite tawdry. I'm tired of it.

Since then I've been slowly making my way through Louise Erdrich's The Antelope Wife which I'm really enjoying, but it's so richly written that I can't (and don't want to) race through it. I totally can understand why the judges awarded it the World Fantasy Award. I'd thought I was tired of Louise Erdrich's novels, but I'm loving this one. More about it once I've finished it.

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Worked on revising the sestina I wrote a few weeks ago, and began an essay that I promised I would write for Arc magazine. Also received Arc's most recent issue, which includes my poem, "Beneath the Sign Marked Maidens 9>" which was an Editor's Choice in their Poem of the Year Contest. It's strange, this is the third year that one of my poems has been chosen by the editors as one of their choices from the contest, and each time it has been a very different poem chosen by a different editor. I'm not complaining.

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Retrospective: The Phonosnout

About the Phonosnout

July 1976

471. Oh my

[Quote from Randy Matthews, I think--I'm not sure I remember his last name correctly but he was a Christian folk/rock singer songwriter of the time and isn't Randy Stonehill--the quote is about life being to hot that if hell is hotter then the speakers doesn't want to die and wants to fly.] This world is plenty hot enough for me. I can hardly hope to fly. Pray to fly, pray to fly!

472. Hurts to think

These days it hurts to think too much because i always end up thinking about Paul. (Dull ache from somewhere around the area of my heart. Seriously.) Wishing he were hear. This is almost worse than breaking up, a far away kind of pain, another pain being the part-of-me-gone-with-him pain. This is the kind of ache that is only eased by forgetting, and he's coming back so i can't forget about him. (I couldn't even if he wasn't.) It must be the waiting that gets me so much, i've got another month to wait. How could i let myself be left behind? Oh well, The Seed needs me, sort of i guess, in a long run-on chapter about hurting.

473. In a mood

I'm in a mood, i'm not too sure what kind. Actually, i think it's a mixture-mood. A mixture of all kinds of moods all in one. Sort of an economy pack. I'm lonely. (I guess you noticed.) I want Paul. (I guess you noticed that, too.) Oh well. radio--"Love is alive", Paul's and my song--our "our song". Thank you, radio!

474. No words

Guess i'm going to Phono-babble, seeing as how (what a phrase, "seeing as how") there's nothing else to do. No i'm not, i don't feel like talking. S'there.

475. Howdy Phono by Peter

Well, uh, Dear Phono: Today is a crazy day and so is Nancy. Ha ha oo. The end and they all live happily ever never. P.K.W.1

476. Back again?

Here i am, back again at The Seed, but today it's day. What can i look forward to at a day at The Seed? No much? A lot? "God save the people." Could be. [Quote from Godspell about praying omitted.]

477. Pray!

Pray, pray for the people and the messes they get tangled in. What do people, especially street kids, get themselves wrapped up in things so much bigger than themselves? I don't understand and i need to so much.2

478. Babble--take it!

Phono, you have to take my babble so i don't give it to Paul in a letter. Poor Paul gets a lot of babble in the letters i write him. (Aw!) Anyway, it's not fair to give him babble when he's so busy so i'll leave it to you. Suffer, Phono!

479. Working

I'm working again, like i used to a couple of years ago. No more bumming around (whatta drag) 8:30-5:30. Doing switchboard, cashier, filing, doing signs. Enough to keep me busy. I'm on lunch now, what a release, what a relief. I wonder how often i'm going to have to work?3 I want to be at home (The Seed). After all they say home is where the heart is, so i guess The Seed is home. No, that's not true, in that case home would be in Montreal with Paul.

480. Young Peoples

Went to Young Peoples with Edina last night. It was fun, we weren to the beach and had a bonfire (my hair still smells of it today). Sang songs and asked a question of each person. Mine was "what is the mot exciting thing going on in your life at preset". The answer was easy--what's happening at The Seed. That some of the street kinds are beginning to be friends. That's beautiful and exciting. Thank the Lord!


1. Except for the last word and initials, this is in my handwriting, so I guess I was taking dictation.

2. I'm not sure, but this might have been the time when one of my favourite kinds was trying heroin. It totally unnerved me, because I'd always thought of heroin as something people in movies and the newspaper took, not someone I knew and cared about.

3. For the rest of my life. I was terrible at that job. It's the same place I started doing switchboard at when I was 14, but I had only worked Saturdays and had gotten to expect not to have to do much but answer the phone. No work ethic at all. Lazy and spoiled.

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