It's December and it's 74 degrees right now. Convincing my kids that it's Christmas, despite the pervasive "jazzed up" Christmas Carols absolutely everywhere right now, has been fruitless. Monster's school had a visit from Santa this morning, and he didn't want to go, claiming that it "wasn't time yet" and he'd rather "go play on the playground." Winter, indeed.
So in some attempt to create some semblance of holiday cheer, we've engaged in a handful of little craft projects in an attempt to recreate a more traditional holiday season. Last night we dyed a bunch of coffee filters in some water color paint (the tube kind, diluted in water), and Monster felt compelled to color on them after they dried with a blue highlighter. Since then, we've folded them up and cut them into little snowflakes, some cut more successfully than others, strung them on some yarn and festooned the dining room.
According to Monster, this is damned exciting.
Meanwhile, I'm up to my ears in studying for finals. One of my instructors is a graduate student, and despite the provision of study guides, trying to follow the logic of her selection of Critical Pieces of Art since 1850 has been one disappointment after another. Yes, art is subjective, but if the idea is to create a foundation for basic artistic appreciation, starting with the generally considered "masterpieces" of each sub-genre is probably a good idea. I digress.
With school in its full swing, I've been cooking a lot less. Having a bit of time yesterday, I got a wild hair to make homemade eggnog, just to remember that we no longer have tasty fresh eggs anymore since Delilah was snatched in the night. We've decided to hold off getting more chickens until it warms up a bit (chickens typically produce fewer eggs in the winter), but in the meantime, every time I purchase a carton of eggs I picture the inside of those commercial "free range, vegetarian fed" warehouses and nearly barf. As a result, we're going through them significantly more slowly.
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