Wednesday, December 17, 2025

 December 7, 2025

JC, my student, the photographer who looked like a faun, is dead. 

I was given a beautiful passage from Baruch to read for Lesson & Carols

The yearly holiday struggle with a giant inflatable Santa has begun across the street. Each afternoon it is inflated and secured, looming to the edge of the roof; each morning it lies loose and deflated. 

Baking batch after batch of cookies for the AVLGMC concert. Looking for new recipes, I found old ones in the Hiram College Faculty Wives cookbook from 1971. Some of the names after the recipes remain fresh to me. 


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