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November 20
Dad's been making pies for Thanksgiving. He only cooks a few times a year, and he likes making fun of his own incompetance. "A cup of nutmeg?" hhe says, squinting at the recipie on the back of the canned pumpkin. "Isn't that a lot?" Incredulous, I get up from my book to look at the recipie. "Oh," he says, "Maybe that says a teaspoon." Later it was "How do you grate an egg?" Thanksgiving is a good holiday. It's a very Nature holiday. I will have that Ellara site up eventually, I promise. I really will do this one. Read the old one or Caelia's instead. Happy plans for Christmas school keep running through my mind. I want to go thrift-store shopping for contra dance skirts this weekend. The Morrisons are going to stand in for my parents while I'm there, which is how we got around the whole under-eighteen thing. Claire Morrison's awesome, so we should have a good time. It would be a good time anyway, but this makes it better. Now I get to have fun figuring out what I'm going to give people for Christmas. I love making things to give people. It's such fun. And this year the Morris team is exchanging gifts, so I get to knit mittens. I'm doing them in white wool. They're going to be nice.
Feeling: contented and warm Eating: Mom's ordered pizza, which hasn't arrived yet Wearing: an old black sweatshirt and old jeans and my socks with the red roses on them. Song in my head: "Thanksgiving Day" by Tom Chapin. It's on his Mother Earth album, which I know I have somewhere, but which I can't find. Word for today: zapadra. It's the Russian word for tomorrow. Dreamed: about straw hats. I saw a rack of straw hats, which was nice, because I've been looking for a pretty one to use for Elizabethan Rout. There were a lot of bad ones on top, but underneath them I saw a nice hat with a low crown and a lacy design woven around the edge. Reading: I finished The Fountainhead! It was bad. So now I get to return to my poor neglected Joseph Campbell. Hero With a Thousand Faces. Link for today: An interesting essay on teenagers. I agree completely with the distinction between modern and historic age distinctions, although the thing smacks of being written by a bitter middle-aged man. Picture for today: A happy picture of Sailor Saturn. She's nifty and she has cute shoes. I love her heels. Highlight of my day: The whole day has been a jumble of pies and hallways and things. I always like the last day before a vacation. December 20 
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