
Merry Christmas, he says back.
There, now, that wasn't so difficult, was it? Especially when I'd forgotten the "ul-Adha" part?
Canada. I simply love this place.
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It was pouring rain in Ottawa yesterday, and well above freezing. Today it's a skating rink.
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Almost done the prep for tomorrow's fiesta. One Vegan--separate dishes, using margarine. One Muslim--no pork, no alcohol. One nephew--doesn't like turkey, stuffing, gravy, cranberry...his parents bring his meal in a box. All of us will enjoy the day. And that's an order.
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Today's Ottawa Citizen carries a number of pictures of children sitting on Santa's lap, most of them apparently screaming with fright. He sees you when you're sleeping. He knows when you're awake.
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To my friends and sparring partners in the blogosphere--Merry Christmas. Over the past year I've found good company and less of the other than one might imagine in that odd, roiling, agitated space known as the blogosphere, a subset of cyberspace, a space that has no "here" or "there," a space without place. Thank you for the sometimes fine discussions and the rant/counter-rant self-indulgence on all sides.
Now, must...complete...the tasks...
Have a good one, everybody.
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