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December 26, 2006

Oh Where oh Where

Where does the time go? How does this happen? My last entry was at the beginning of the month, and suddenly it is the day after Christmas. I'm stuffed with turkey, I'm basking in the afterglow of rampant consumerism (in spite of our "no presents pact" we still managed to give and receive in good form) and I haven't let you in on anything we've been doing since our brush with small-town fame. After the book signing, people have been stopping us on the street and/or dropping in to see where the magic happens. It's delightful. A few days ago, a sassy silver fox stopped us while we were on our way back from the park and asked "Are you the idiots?" - it's a good thing we were... that sure wouldn't have worked well on anyone else. Apparently she recognized us because we are known to be the parents of Iggy. (ooh, but I hate it when people call themselves the parents of their dog). The owners of Iggy. The walkers of Iggy. The suppliers of Iggy. The harborers of Iggy.

It's been great being famous.

But I'll give you a quick run-down of the latest, so you're caught up on the things that don't involve us being famous. The regular, everyday things that blogs are supposed to be all about:

1: Matthew moonlighted as a freelance insulator.

2: Oscar became fed up with life in the suburbs, and moved into a cardboard box.

3: Iggy, emboldened by Oscar and his street smarts, joined a gang in the 'hood.

4: I did some clay monoprinting while the unfinished side of the barn was still warm from mom firing the kiln.

5: We packed our recycling bin solid (SOLID) with paper trimmings for new copies of old books.

6: I painted a test patch to see how the wall drawing was going to work out at the gallery show.

7: We visited the old(er) folks down in Georgia (Matthew's grandfather "Pop" shown here) (the man can make a mean praline) (in a good way).

8: We killed a plant.

9: We went to Germany.

10: Matthew washed Iggy.

11: Frere Roji made steak for Christmas Eve dinner.

12: We posed for our first lame family portrait in 20 years.

13: We played dominos (frere Roji and frere cherie Tracy pictured).

14: We didn't really go to Germany.

Posted by ribbu at December 26, 2006 11:20 AM

Comments

Friends of Iggy.

Posted by: Marigold at December 29, 2006 06:23 PM

Pooper Scoopers of Iggy (the Capital Letters make it seem more dignified - resume worthy perhaps)

Posted by: ming at December 31, 2006 12:37 AM