Miscellany

OK, it looks like the Annie/Frizzy story has been abandoned. You want to make any more comments, or shall I finish it off? But thanks for the great participation in the Tales of Blogland site. Has anyone but me used Google Earth to find Barueri, Brazil? There's lots of swimming pools although it is set in the foothills outside Sao Paulo. Ni-i-i-i-ice.
Today I officiated at a funeral: the mother of one of my friends from college days. We had to drive south for two and a half hours to get there. Weather was clear and dry, but breezy and cold. She was a generous, kind-hearted woman, and the little chapel was standing room only. She had told her kids, "Don't worry. I am at peace." After the service, my friend told me her mom would have loved the eulogy. It gave everyone a chance to laugh and to cry, to feel powerless and to feel confident. But I am not so good at speaking at funerals. I tend to weep when I think about the mercies of God.
Weekend words Q
"What happened to P?" you might ask. Forget P, I want to talk about Q. Oh all right, then, have it your way. Let's just get it over with. The P-word is panoply. When I wrote an email to my Sunday school class describing our splendid Christmas party, I mentioned the panoply of delicious vegetables and salads. A member of the class replied to all, "From Merriam Webster Online Dictionary: Panoply- a magnificent or impressive array." I couldn't have said it better myself. Now on to Q! Here's a word you may never use, but then again, it can be the right word when all else fails. The word is QUIDDITY. Isn't that wonderful to say? It means "thatness." The dictionary would say something like "the quality that makes something what it is." So what's the quiddity of your latest project? What's your quiddity, for that matter? "Really, sir, this job has many rewarding aspects, but I just cannot continue to deal with the quiddity of it."

Merry Christmas to all

Well, what do you know--it's Christmas! Since neither of our boys were coming to West Texas for Christmas, Cat and I did not really put a huge effort into decorating. We did set up the artificial tree we bought on sale last year. It looks very nice and supports the ornaments well. Normally over the fireplace we display montage of an old wooden house that I made decades ago. Cat decided it would be fun to decorate the picture of the old house. Here's what it turned out like.

I particularly like the crêche scene in the window (poor beleaguered Mary has lost her head so don't look too closely). The lights around the door are a necklace Cat forgot to wear.

Well, there is no weekend word yet. It is supposed to start with "O" so I suppose that I could just say, "Oh, well." It's been a little busy here. I made a new gate, built an organizer for a kitchen drawer, and cleaned up the flower beds. Then there is a meal to prepare for tomorrow. The dough for the rolls is in the refrigerator, eggs are boiled for the giblet gravy, cranberry sauce is made, and the table is set. Maybe if it slows down Sunday evening I can post something. Until then, have a merry Christmas (or "Happy Christmas" as they say in merry old England).

A dedicated site for multi-authored stories

It seems to me that this story-telling game deserves a blogsite all its own. So I have set up "Tales of Blogland" at http://polyauthor.blogspot.com specifically for this exercise. Go check it out, add a comment, and I will add your name to the list of Frequent Bloglanders. Tomorrow I will post a weekend word (here). Oh, BTW, I am changing my signature from "M. Hibou" to "little david" as that seems to be best.

Another story

OK, so some of you enjoyed that story-telling experience. Let's tweak the rules a bit (I love tweaking rules--kind of like Calvinball) to allow more than two sentences per comment. You now get up to five sentences and four comments each. No socks, no sax, no sects. The photo is an illustration to get you started. This time the story will be about Annie, a maiden who lives on the edge of a forest near Talkeetna, Alaska.

Weekend words N (running late)

Hasn't it been hectic at your house? We have stayed busy here. There was Christmas on Columbia (the photo is the final look of the tomb once we set it up), which went quite well despite bitter cold. We know of two women who made a profession of faith in Jesus during a discussion with a friend which followed their ride through the nativity scenes. Our Sunday school class went shopping Friday night for gifts to deliver to seven children whose fathers are in prison. I will be delivering some of those tomorrow. The handbell choir of which I am a member has played four times in the last five days. And tonight we are driving to a town 50 miles away for two Christmas parties. Whew!
OK, the N word is not anything unusual, I just wanted to talk about it. The word is NOEL which is nearly synonymous with Christmas. You will not be surprised that it comes from French (Noël) and ultimately from Latin (natalis) and refers to birth. The form Noël was recorded as early as 1175; it was used to describe the first Christmas trees about 500 years later. These appeared in Strassbourg, France, and were decorated with candies (not candles). So while Christianity has been in practice for a couple of millennia, the "arbre de Noël" (Christmas tree) has only been around for the last four hundred years. OK, Merry Christmas!

A new game

Here's a game that I have played F2F and I think it will translate well in this medium. The idea is to write a story as a group. Each participant may make no more than two comments limited to two sentences each. Only one character is permitted to be killed off in the story (no miraculous resuscitations later in order to kill off someone else). The story ends when the original blogger posts his or her second comment.

This week's story will feature Albert, a retired sock factory worker who lives in Nice, France.