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I'm making cinnamon buns today....finally. I'm behind in my Christmas prep but I guess Christmas will come anyway. I give the cinnamon buns to my kids...It's part of their Christmas morning breakfasts. Pies and bread and buns...I can only make them when I am in the right mood: patient, exact, and loving.
 
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That explains my mother perfectly.
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That sounds faniliar. My mum served up regular, edible but not delicious meals. Sunday roast was her best one. My dad made the meals I remember - his baking was wonderful. Sausage rolls, tea cakes, baps, tossed pancakes.....
 
chansen said:
That explains my mother perfectly.
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It also explains the hidden character of The Shack ... a mysterious and dark, shadowy cook ... in the summer kitchen where indelicate items were cooked up ...

This string is so much better that the one where quintessential words are rigid ... no word beyond the 5 as it threatens the pyramid Prin. no six's ... or sects ... with word anything is possible when things are wended out of shape ... besides the Shack expresses humility ... in a shady form ... fu grasp!
 
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My mother is English. My father jokes an English BBQ is when the barn burns down.
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Like Charles Lamb on the learning of cooked pig ... then Charles once meant fiery ... and lamb ... well that was an icon of light (illumination)!

Do you get iconic ... resembles Semitic ... a sign! Then there's Avatar ... where tar is black and tacky as getting personal and intimate out of sight ... sacred intimacies?

Powers love to expose this in their opposition as a screw up where in themselves is brilliance ... still non-intelligent! Just a flaming insult ...
 
How does one develop a fear of falling? Could it be from generation of not getting into it and thus taking off in a haste over-flight?

In such conditions one might experience over sight ... and the feeling of a large eye above yah! That's yee ... sy æ no more! Ci ...

DAR Kaye ... as a tarried night ... set and resting!

Say no more word is a devastating thing when you discover the extent of it and how little we understand the hated item ... that's the word when you consider the urge to know it ... prodigal huh? All in the poke or what some call in the bag or 'aggai ... alternate to Agatha? Then the portal opened ...

MOG y's; can you swallow that?

It was how she, Ur, put it together ... some say wind sheer ... its cutting! Scutters ...
 
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Good morning! We made it to Wednesday! Hoping for a break in the frigid temperatures here. We gather round the Coffee Cart for the daily exchange of views over tea and coffee and hot chocolate. This morning the Baker has supplied us with gingerbread figures to enjoy. The tea water is boiling, the coffee is freshbrewed, and the gingerbread is nicely warm. All is ready, everyone is welcome. Come join in the fun!

C(_)/ c(_) c\_/ c[_]
 
Luce NDs said:
How does one develop a fear of falling? Could it be from generation of not getting into it and thus taking off in a haste over-flight?

In such conditions one might experience over sight ... and the feeling of a large eye above yah! That's yee ... sy æ no more! Ci ...

DAR Kaye ... as a tarried night ... set and resting!

Say no more word is a devastating thing when you discover the extent of it and how little we understand the hated item ... that's the word when you consider the urge to know it ... prodigal huh? All in the poke or what some call in the bag or 'aggai ... alternate to Agatha? Then the portal opened ...

MOG y's; can you swallow that?

It was how she, Ur, put it together ... some say wind sheer ... it’s cutting! Scutters ...
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Literal gale force winds here. Gusts up to 100 km/ hr. They’ve kept me awake. It’s enough to cause falls out there. I could hear someone shouting “woah!” outside.
 
The daughter writes her last exam today. She is doing quite well. Psych 101 (literally) was a 96 (no final exam), which is kind of expected if you chose pychology as your major and you're thinking postgrad. I pick her up tomorrow. We coach together for 8 days during the break. We have 5 ski days together as a fam, mostly before that.

It's funny how absence works. Zach misses his sister and they get along so well now when she's home. I wonder if 2 weeks together will change the dynamic again.
 
chansen said:
The daughter writes her last exam today.
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Sounds about right, mine usually went to the 18th or so. Good she's doing well in her field at least.

Interesting about her relationship with her brother. I'm closer to my youngest brother (8 years younger) than number 2 (2 years younger) and I think moving out was a factor in improving that relationship (but may have worsened the other). We are closer in interests, too.
 
Power outages are one of my nightmares given our systems rely on the grid and our patients' concentrators rely on the grid. Portable battery-powered concentrators help but, of course, in an outage the patients can't charge the batteries so we still have to deliver backup tanks. When Central Ontario got hammered last winter, we had a few rough days in both clinical and IT.
 
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