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• Father Stephen wrote on the Nativity Fast, perfectly capturing the sense of quiet anticipation I’ve most loved about the advent period, the hush of waiting amid the clamor the secular world with sticky sweetness gorges on too quickly. Our time of feasting is coming, when our Light has come, and we look forward to the watching in the stillness.
• As I write on the dining room table that is actually IN the dining room now that there is no more carpet, the kids are taking turns telling stories while everyone else is the “audience”. The wood stove is finally going strong (hard time getting a fire going on wet days) and it’s cozy and warm and we even have a candle lit. Feels a little Currier and Ives.
• Andrew said today, “well I AM the third grown up, right?” More proof he was born thinking he was 40 years old…
• Dinner tonight was omelets and sweet potato pie, due to David’s bemoaning that I’d never made him an omelet. “That’s sooo not true!” said I. But he’s cute and so even though I have no appropriate omelet pan, that is what we had for dinner.  Celia said, “remember this day in history dad. Mom MADE you an omelet!” The kids, who do not like sweet potatoes, decided that if I was going to make them taste like pumpkin pie then it was acceptable, prooving (I know that’s spelled wrong but heck, it’s creative) once again that even picky eaters will eat what they think they dislike if only the cook can peg a non offensive method. I find this to be challenging and fun…like finding my man “hates beets” cuz he’s only had the canned kind but LOVES them sliced and roasted in olive oil. Or that beans, which I’d previously found to be quite disgusting, were okay pureed with herbs and oil OR topped in generous mexican toppings, and thus aquired a taste for them, and in the process empowering my grocery budget.
• snow’s comin’. Hopefully no ice with it; I need to make it out of town in the morning.

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