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lydamorehouse) wrote2011-12-18 03:34 pm
lydamorehouse) wrote2011-12-18 03:34 pm
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A Sunday Report
Sitting at the Coffee Grounds listening to some Crossroads poets strut their stuff. It's nice to be in a familiar place with familiar folks. Mason, who came to see his friends, also brought along his DS because there's some kind of Pokemon give-away. He's listening, but he also has a Big Nate book. It's very cute to see some of the kids stammer through their poems. I feel a bit guilty being here because I was meant to take part in this afterschool program, but the day they chose to have it on was Thursday -- my already busiest day (AND, perhaps more importantly, Mason wasn't that keen.)
This weekend has been all about cookies. We made rosettes and spritzes and sand tarts (so far. When I left for the poety slam, Shawn was making pecan tossies...)
We may kill ourselves with cookies because there is no snow here in Minnesota. We've been listening to a LOT of Christmas music (yay, "Beep-Beep-Bye-Bye, Santa's Got a Semi") and trying to force cheer with a lot of powdered suger as substitute.
This weekend has been all about cookies. We made rosettes and spritzes and sand tarts (so far. When I left for the poety slam, Shawn was making pecan tossies...)
We may kill ourselves with cookies because there is no snow here in Minnesota. We've been listening to a LOT of Christmas music (yay, "Beep-Beep-Bye-Bye, Santa's Got a Semi") and trying to force cheer with a lot of powdered suger as substitute.