On our way up to the Monastery for Christmas (because, really, who does Christmas better than Zen monastics? Seriously - we even had a cranking dance party where we raved until the late hour of 9:15 p.m.), I told my car mates to remind me to take photographs this year. I told them that, if I was not seen with my camera in hand, to ask me what was wrong with me. Then I changed that question to a statement: they were to tell me "There is something wrong with you."
Of course, I did not take one photograph. The next day, when I complained of this situation, my former car mate (now dorm mate) said, "There is something wrong with you."
Sangha treasure indeed.
At least this year I lucked out once again with my sangha treasure secret santa gift recipient. A known knitter with a love of water. Could it get any easier? I dusted off my drum carder and spun up a skein of watery thick and thin (no pictures of that, either).
I have missed you, dear drum carder! I promise, promise, promise that we shall meet again. Soon.
Meanwhile, Lucy has created a kitty kat kondo. A 2BR duplex. No doorman but excellent views of the food bowls and an easy commute to the litter box. After a short bidding war, a victor emerged.