Hope everyone has had a good holiday.
Arthur and I saw the Dina Martina Christmas show last night, which was absolutely deranged as usual. Didn't care for the venue that much, but the show was funny enough to make up for it. Watching the very drunk girls with purple and blue hair sitting in front of us was rather entertaining too. We took a long leisurely ride home. (If you get ever get the chance, go to Alki Beach for a spectacular view of downtown Seattle.)
We got up late. I made breakfast and we opened gifts. We then proceeded to completely disturb the peace by getting out the chainsaw. It turned out to be a rather nice day weatherwise, so we took the opportunity to chop up some more of the downed tree. It's going to take us while to get rid of the stupid thing.
Dinner was our traditional Christmas dinner of roast pork and black beans and rice. It's one of my connections with the past. The kitchen still smells of it. I'm making fruitcake cookies at the moment. This is Arthur's connection with his past. I'm working from a recipe written in longhand by his mother who passed away a few years ago. She always sent us a big can of these cookies every Christmas. The last time we were down before she became ill, she wrote the recipe down and showed me how to make them.
Geez. I just took trays three and four out of the oven and half of tray one is already gone. I can see these aren't going to last long.
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