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1:17 am - Lots of Little Things (& Come & Get It: Costuming)  
First off, we got a bag of costuming stuff - please, take it!
Several uniform jackets, male, approximately 40" chest, at least 2
Navy and One Army (Sgt - I think Staff Sgt). One tacky non-military
uniform shirt (darkest green with vivid red epaulettes & pocket
flaps). 2 tweed suits that I suspect really are from the 30's, and not
just "look like it" - one jacket is more of a Norfolk style than the
other, but the other is a lot more stylish - actually a green/blueish
tinge to the tweed, and wide-bottom pants (you didn't think these
things just started in the 70-'s, did you?). A couple more striped
jackets, and, for the ladies (okay, or for one small cross-dressing
guy), a pair of high heels, white, with deco-esque silvery glitter
swirls, pointy toes - size 9.5

And why do we have all this costuming?
Because we're cleaning out our attic.
We have already gotten rid of four garbage bags full of stuff (mostly
kid junk) with lots more to come (I even got to play Santa's Helper at
the thrift store, because if I can catch someone who looks like they
can use my stuff, I will try to snag them before I give it to the
store - and this time I was able to give a little girl a doll
accessory. Her mother kept trying to pay me and I finally told her,
"PLEASE don't - I want it to be a present!").This means, of course,
that our dining room is just that much closer to being presentable -
if only because we also got rid of two boxes full of old toys that
were theoretically being played with (but weren't). The only reason I
am not irritated that we haven't moved stuff out from under the dining
room table is because I know we are STILL MAKING MORE ROOM IN THE
ATTIC!!!

And on an even better note, I managed to clear out all the costuming
from the attic myself, without any help from The Hubby (tm),who I
usually need to help me do these sorts of things. This is not only
good in and of itself, but it confirms a quirk I noted with my fellow
cookie-bakers at prehensile_wit's house party: that I can do a single
"type" task, like "the books" or "the tapes" (&, in this case, "the
costuming"). This makes the problems I have with "clean the area full
of horrificly random crap" less irritating, because it means that I am
not only not useless, but am not secretly lazy & just making excuses
for myself. Another similar "single task" was to clean out the
Passover glassware(we keep finding 70's smoked glassware and casserole
dishes at thrift stores - one year, a seder at my house, I REALLY want
to do that!) from the plastic drawers stuck in the hallway (awaiting
the decluttering of the kids' room - which started with my getting rid
of all the unwanted tapes and books). I now have the perfect spot for
hiding the kids' presents. Which brings me to...

Chanukah has been progressing nicely. Not only have I managed to sort
all the massive assortment of bits and pieces we pick up through the
year into eight little groups for each child, I also have managed to
remember to light the window menorah every evening - and turn it off
around midnight, at least. And to make things really festive, the kids
get to take turns picking the candles we use at night.

WombatGirl and PuppyBoy continue to be ridiculously cute and precious.
WombatGirl has pretty much solved a bullying problem that had, at her
age, dogged me for years: the difference for her is that she has
parents who can help her answer back in a school-accepted manner; I
did not (Of course, she also has parents who will allow her, when all
else fails, to answer back in a NON school-accepted manner; I
definitely did not. She proves herself superior by saying she'd rather
not do that. I am simply grateful she doesn't feel moved to do so). At
the "parent-teacher conference" at her public school, the very first
thing her teacher said was that her competency in this matter had
increased to the point where it was almost like dealing with a
different child. Her grades, of course, were still excellent (not that
I'm, like, bragging or anything - heaven forfend!). The punchline is
that her Hebrew school teacher said to me once (as I was picking her
up - there was no formal meeting) that she has a way of answering back
that was adult in nature! Okay, while the irony is that being mentally
ahead of her classmates is one of the things that triggers the type of
bullying she was getting, this time the irony backfired! Woo-hoo!

PuppyBoy's speech continues to improve - many of you noted that at
prehensile_wit's houseparty (Did I thank you for hosting that on LJ? I
bet not...). The best part? At Chanukah-At-Mom's, not only did my aunt
remark on it specifically, but my mom has actually hinted that she
would be willing to watch him for an afternoon: first step to a
weekend!! But I think the best example of his improved speech can be
see from a day or so ago in the car (after the thrift store,
actually). We were curiously stuck at a light. No, not a red light
that was lasting too long, but a green light, at which the person in
the van before us couldn't figure out how to put her foot on the gas.
After The Hubby (tm) & I each wondered aloud what this person was
doing - or not - a voice was heard from the back: "IT'S A GR(L)EEN
LIGHT, YOU IH-DEE-UT!" At which point the entire car burst into
hysterics.

The holidays in general are shaping up delightfully with the one
distressing exception: this is going to be my grandmother's last Xmas.
She is so tired all the time, she can't even get to church. Yeah,
she's 91 and I'm a grown woman who shouldn't whine at the inevitable
vicissitudes of life (How many middle-aged women still have
grandparents?), but I am still upset by this and will miss her
terribly when she's gone. I chose her present with greater care than
usual this year; I want to make sure it's perfect. 
 

Don't talk about your favorite woman like that Dutch boi

-- 
The Re"vvrdd loves the fat Jewess Suzy Cohen.Read between the lines of
his posts,
his inferiority complex is typical of Dutch GAY drug dealers!!!