Christmas Crafts: The Sweatering

Dec. 24th, 2025 07:30 am
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Yesterday I made a red mini-sweater ornament using worsted weight yarn. I succeeded! It's cute! And much less fiddly than the fingering weight patterns I had tried. I found a small Christmas tree applique done in crochet, and did the tree in fingering and the star in some embroidery floss, so now I have a sweater with a Christmas tree on it. Very cute!

It is now 7:27am. I have one sweater done. Six more to go. I have one in partial progress - just needs the sleeves. This one's green and I am going to put a candy cane applique on it. The girls (3 of them) will get the red sweaters and the boys (4 of them) will get green.

I do have until late Friday to get these done, but I'm hoping to get a lot done today so that I can enjoy the next few days.

Will be editing this post with status updates!

07:31:00 AM - 07:55:00 AM (24 min) - first sleeve of first green sweater done
08:26:00 AM - 08:53:00 AM (27 min) - candy cane applique done and sewn on
08:54:00 AM - 09:15:00 AM (21 min) - second sleeve done. First green sweater finished!

Word: Febrifuge

Dec. 24th, 2025 06:46 am
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Wednesday's word is...

...febrifuge.

1. an agent that reduces fever, such as aspirin or quinine. It is also called antipyretic, antifebrile, or febricide.

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It's Christmas Eve! Wishing all my DW friends a good day!


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From [personal profile] kitarella_imagines, this is a fiction meme, First and Last Line game.

Take your last 5* fanfics and copy their first and last lines. We have to guess what the story is about!
*you can go back as far as you like to find fanfics where it's not obvious what's happened.

Read more... )

Return to Worcester

Dec. 23rd, 2025 11:44 pm
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326/365: Horn & Trumpet, Worcester
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I was in Worcester today for the last time before Christmas. Nothing all that special to report, although I did have a very nice limoncello muffin in Muffin Break. I decided to leave the Christmas Tree Festival in the Cathedral cloisters until later in the month when it might be less crowded. Earlier, I'd had a nice cooked breakfast at the Horn & Trumpet, the pub in the photo, which is handily placed about two minutes' walk from the bus station! It's not a place to go if you want frills – the options are "regular" or "large" and that's about it – but these days £6.25 for such a breakfast including a mug of tea is excellent value. :)

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Dec. 23rd, 2025 05:05 pm
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1. I survived the wedding. It was okay. Me going to a wedding is a bit like a closet vegetarian going to a slaughterhouse, but it wasn't bad or cringe or anything. Just not my thing. And I had to listen to a lot of emotions expressed.

I got my client, his walker, and his wheelchair into his car (someone else got him into his suit) and drove 45 minutes. It was a very small event, maybe 20 people and a drive for 30 minutes to a sit-down dinner at a restaurant afterwards.

The one complaint I have is that the venue and the restaurant were very IN-accessible for the handicapped, bordering on anti-ADA compliant, I think. So it was a lot of awkwardness and hoisting and body mechanics and mobility device logistics.

And we went home early so I didn't get any cake! Damn. That was the only part I was looking forward to.

But the shoes I bought for the occasion worked like a charm. More dressy than sneakers but functional.

2. Xmas is here. I work tomorrow (Christmas Eve) but not Christmas Day but I am back at it on Friday so not much of a holiday. No rest for the wicked. No working New Year's Day either, woo-hoo.

3. Today was the last day of school for the boys. That means I don't have to pack lunchboxes for 10 days. Yay!

Just gotta get through today

Dec. 23rd, 2025 10:51 am
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I am white knuckling my way through the day. Just gotta get through today and then I'm off for Christmas.

EDIT: I spoke too soon!!!! A patron fell 15 minutes after I got onto the public desk. My boss just brought me a pine cone soaked in Florida Water to undo whatever dark cloud is following me LOL.

photo: happy holidays!

Dec. 23rd, 2025 09:28 am
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A Christmas wreath with a plastic skeleton wearing a Santa hat in the middle. The skeleton is waving.

📍Phoenix, Arizona - December 2025 / All Photos / Pixelfed



Update: There's two more photos in the comments of more skeleton Christmas decorations-- from different houses, btw!

Your father’s first Christmas

Dec. 23rd, 2025 09:10 am
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Photo of Sean as a baby

I wrote this piece as a Christmas present for my nephew in 2004.

 

This is your first Christmas, Sean, and since you’re only eight months old, I know this story might not impress you much, but it seems like the right time to tell it.

Your father was not quite three months old on his first Christmas, and I was ten years old. I knew enough about babies to know they don’t really do much at first, but eventually they grow into real people. That was the exciting puzzle. What was this new baby brother going to be like? We didn’t have many clues, but we watched for them all the time. Who was Louis Peter Burke?

Your Grandmother Burke died well before you were born, so you don’t know much about her. Here is her Christmas tree decorating theory: More is better. In architectural terms, it was rococo baroque.

During Christmas Eve day, we decorated the tree. First the lights went on — big lights, small lights, steady lights, twinkle lights, colored lights, white lights, all the lights we had, and there were plenty. Second, we hung every single ornament we had on the tree, and, again, there were plenty. If one was ugly or beat up, it went way in the inside where it could add color or sparkle without really being visible. The only rule was smaller stuff on top, bigger stuff on the bottom. Finally, we added tinsel and garlands of various types and colors to be sure there was maximum sparkle.

Then we waited for nightfall, since only a darkened house could do justice to the masterpiece we had created.

Meanwhile, we dressed your father in a red-and-white-striped elf-costume pajama set that an aunt had given him, complete with a pointy cap. He didn’t care for the cap but we made him wear it anyway, at least long enough for a photo, which may still be around somewhere. He looked more silly than elfish. He certainly had no idea about what was going on. He was too little to understand much of anything.

The moment to light the tree arrived. We turned out all the lamps and closed the front curtains to block the streetlight. With a flip of a switch, the tree flashed on, providing enough sparkling light to read by.

Your father’s eyes got big and he couldn’t take them off the tree. He liked it! He liked it a lot! Even when we turned the room lights back on, he continued to stare at the tree, fascinated.

It was a clue, the first clue I remember, about your father’s personality. He liked colorful, beautiful things — at least, we thought the tree was beautiful, and in a rococo way, it certainly was. We lit the tree for him throughout the holidays for the sheer fun of watching him enjoy it.

I don’t remember much else about that Christmas, like what I got as presents, what anyone else got, whether there was snow, or what we had for Christmas dinner. All I remember is the intense look of surprise and delight on your father’s little face, and how merry a Christmas he made it for all of us because we could make him happy, and because we had learned a little bit about him.

Finding out who someone is takes a long time. I’m still learning things about my brother Louis. Fatherhood, for example, has revealed new aspects of his personality and interests. In the same delighted way that I first saw so many years ago, he could not be more curious and excited to learn about you. Who is Sean Patrick Burke?

This is your father’s first Christmas with you. I hope it is merry.

 

Copyright © 2004 by Sue Burke, all rights assigned to Sean Patrick Burke.

Yarnbomb!

Dec. 22nd, 2025 11:50 pm
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325/365: Yarnbombed pillar box, Stourbridge
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This is a "yarnbombed" pillar box on the platform at Stourbridge Junction station. The actual box isn't visible here, but the knitted topper is the important bit in any case. It's a very festive example and it certainly gave me a smile today. :)
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Things have calmed down a bit with my family. It's been about two months almost since he has passed. So much has happened - some good and some bad. Looking back some of it was silly to be so worried about but then again how could I have known...? For example there was the subject of my nephew David and I honestly wasn't sure what would happen with him and his custody. His mother lost it years ago and my parents are his guardians now. But with my mom's health not in the best something needed to be done with where he would live and who would raise him. While my dad was still alive it was talked about if my parents couldn't keep him that he may go to my one brother and his wife since they got along so well and they are a well adjusted couple with a stable home life. And this was sort of the idea for a few weeks at the start of things. Now things have calmed down between David and his mom and from what I gather he wants to live with her as well as I don't think my brother and his wife are in a place to take on David since they lost their son Alex this past August. But I was somewhat involved I feel like I was more than I should have been but I was worried about David since for awhile there he wasn't wanting to go back to his mothers at all.

Then the topic of being power of attorney for my mother was something I realized I did not want. I was and still am okay being the top person on her living will but the idea of being in charge of everything in general truly caused me deep anxiety. I was actually considering getting on anxiety medication because my worries were so bad that I would mess up on something. But now two of my brothers have taken charge with that role - or Medical power of attorney - I'm not sure to be honest and it's okay to be in the dark with this subject. Hopefully that doesn't sound bad. The idea of making major decisions or following through with legal stuff I feel like would be better for someone else. Maybe that's secretly the good thing about having all older and more experienced siblings. My mom seems to be more understanding about my thoughts on the matter. I will do as much as I can for her and do everything I can otherwise. Taking that weight off my shoulders has helped greatly.

We will be having a meeting tomorrow about things with my mom with my siblings, her and two relativities who have been staying with her. I hope it goes well, there have been some disagreements and issues with some stuff. From my mom's first marriage there are a total of 5 living children. Then Anna and I from my mom and dad and also there are 5 children from my dad's first marriage. Only one daughter is involved, both his sons have passed on as well as his one daughter. But out of those kids it'll just be my mom's biological children involved with this meeting. Sometimes I feel like it's so many kids and then other times it feels like it's going to work out.... mixed feelings at times. Family has and probably always will be complicated.

Back to my dad and grieving him... it's been difficult at strange times. Today for example I was off and home all day, I decided to take a bath. I like to listen to the radio and one of the only stations I could get in was a weird christmas one. It was fine until I got out and one song just caught me off guard... I think it was have a merry little christmas or something along those lines. And towards the end of the song it talked about being all together if the fates allow. And then talking about just getting through it if that wasn't the case.... or something like that. And it just caused me to break out and cry and it sucked. Then there are other times where I am out in public and I just want to go home, I just hate being around strangers and happy people and all the noise and sights and smells. Some kind of overload. Lately this has been happening in restaurants when Mike and I are out. I just get annoyed and cross.
When I do see other old men I don't get mad or sad or anything like that. It honestly makes me happy when I see similar old men that remind me of my dad. I've talked to other people and have read in some of the grief books that sometimes seeing someone who looks like the one you lost can be upsetting but this hasn't been the case with me. My dad would sometimes joke about girls finding him to be a cute old man. He would wear a baseball cap (one of his Vietnam ones usually) and suspenders. That was usually what he would always have one. Sometimes some brightly colored shirts or sometimes some more down to earth colors. Blue jeans or dress pants depending on where he would be going. But it's funny how many other old men wear similar clothes to him or walk like him or just have an air to them that gives me comfort in a strange way. They are still here and alive while my dad is gone. And it doesn't make me mad but just happy that these other cute old men are around living their lives.
After awhile reading the books was making me sad. A few times I would start to get teary eyed while reading and after that happened so many times I was just tired of being like that. Reading usually makes me feel great emotions but to just feel so sad and heavy was getting to be too much. So now I will read other books like 'Sunrise on the reaping' has been a good distraction.
Being at my mom's at times makes me still very sad. Last week I had a good cry when the subject of deserts came up. My mom offered us ice cream and other goodies like my dad would always do and it just sucked... knowing he will never be able to offer us any home made cookies, cakes, brownie's, ice cream again. I hate it. That was one of his favorite things. He would always be baking or cooking. He loved food and sharing it. He made this cinnamon type cake the week that he passed and I took two little pieces back home. It was a yellowish color with homemade white icing. I remember eating a piece the day of his calling hours before I went and the day of his funeral before I went to that, too. And it gave me a sort of weird comfort. The last food my father baked and shared. As I ate both pieces I had another good cry. Food honestly hasn't been the same, I think about him a-lot when I eat strangely enough.
Having his dog now has been a blessing in disguise. Fynn was greatly loved by my father and now that I can love and care for him has been good for me. I feel like I less sad at home now. I play with him, talk with him, take him out on walks. It's peaceful to have him around. And both Wiley and Fynn have become fast friends which is nice. We still need to figure out the potty training. That has been difficult. Also sometimes Fynn is still stealing Wiley's toys which is a pain. Wiley has been better about getting his toys and playing keep away. The two of them will work things out I think, it's been close to a month now and the two have only gotten into two little spats over toys.

I think I have mentioned it before but after we lost Alex in our family some of us started to get things in order with our funerals and planning those out. I'm grateful my dad and mom did this. Just about 20 some days before he passed. My dad and I had a conversation about death and our remains. He bought his plot here in town and for a minute I thought about wanting to be buried next to his plot even through it may not be a green burial. That was when I found out how costly it would be. Dad told me it didn't matter where I would be at when I passed because him and mom had the same view - the body is just a vessel and when we are dead it's just a body. So he supported me in wanting to still do a green burial and after some thought I decided that I could still get that when I pass. Because my dad will always be with me in spirit... and I like to believe he can still live in me and everything I do. That gives me some comfort.

Music Monday: Aint that a Rockin

Dec. 22nd, 2025 05:39 pm
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This is a song that Minor's choir did last Thursday night.

AI thoughts

Dec. 22nd, 2025 04:18 pm
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I know this is a hit or miss topic but I feel most of you will agree.... but AI truly freaks me out. I've fallen for stupid videos of stuff that AI has made a few times too many. I have been able to spot stuff when looking at a single image. There are a few reasons I am going to start going on social media less and this is one of the main reasons. I shared a post about a week ago asking if there was any way to block AI from being in my feed or at least even having some boundaries with it but little to no help since places like Facebook it seems to be all too common. Some people I have on my friends list use those stupid AI image filters - like what I saw so much around Halloween time where you could have you put on a movie case or in a scene of a scary movie. It just felt so fake and stupid.... this is the world we are living in and it just makes me feel uninterested in it and want to put some real distance there.
Do any of you guys have any experience on how to spot for certain things? I feel like over time AI is just going to keep getting better and more advanced and I won't be able to tell the difference.
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For Poetry Monday:

For Leonard, Darko, and Burton Watson, Ursula K. Le Guin

A black and white cat
on May grass waves his tail, suns his belly
among wallflowers.
I am reading a Chinese poet
called The Old Man Who Does As He Pleases.
The cat is aware of the writing
of swallows
on the white sky.
We are both old and doing what pleases us
in the garden. Now I am writing
and the cat
is sleeping.
Whose poem is this?


—L.

Subject quote from Time in a Bottle, Jim Croce.
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For the last few days I've been reading 'Sunrise on the reaping' by Susanne Collins and it's hard to put down! I've always been such a big Hunger Games fan. With the new movie coming out next November I've been seeing hints about it on social media and out of curiosity picked up the book I bought awhile back. The grief books were good but after awhile it was just making me feel sad and I wanted to read something different for a bit. And this has been a good distraction, especially with Christmas going on and not feeling the holiday spirit this year. It's nice to just throw myself into a book and a series I love.

This book is about Haymitch Abernathy and the Quarter Quell that he ended up winning. So far I am on chapter 13 and there has been a-lot of older characters in the mix. Learning more about Mags, Beetee, Wiress, Plutarch, President Snow and now Effie. And of course Haymitch! There is a-lot that makes sense about his character and backstory. So far the story is pretty messed up with all the corruption of the Capitol and President Snow (I expected no less) and I know it'll only get worse. I loved the second book (Catching Fire) so when I learned that these older victors are a part of the story.

Are any of you guys Hunger Games fans? If you are do you like the movies? The books? Both? Let me know, maybe in the future I'll try to write more about this subject.
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1. Removing my data from various Meta sites-- most of them were there for business purposes, but I want to put my business energies elsewhere AND I don't want Meta to have my stuff floating around to use in their horrible AI nonsense. I'm downloading copies of my data and then deleting the posts (which they make you do one by one). I plan to put up a "where to find me" post for people who may come looking, and I'll keep the usernames for business purposes, but I'm going to focus on my (business) blog (and later newsletter/shop) and that's it.

2. Settling into using Obsidian for my personal data stuff. I think I've got a system set up that I like, and now I just need to add in things. For instance, I'm adding my books read for 2025 into the system and I've set up fun views like this:
A collection of book covers organized in rows

Which is built from a Base which is a table built from metadata in individual entries. So I'm adding books one by one, making sure the imported data is actually correct, and then copying over my notes/reviews. It's a little slow-going but it's fun to see everything in one place. And I've decided I don't care about counting how many pages I read in a year or even how many books I read in a month, just a general yearly total of books read is fine, so that'll make things easier going forward.

3. Listening to music from DEMO FEST 2025! Some recommendations: Error 804's ANGUISH, Morora's Kosovo, The Carringtons' Wild.

4. Downloading interesting pattern images from the Smithsonian digital collections to use for icons and (if I can figure out how) website backgrounds.
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This is for September, October, and November because I suck at updating. HUGE post ahead.

Previous books posts:
Books 1-9 (January)
Books 10-15 (February)
Books 16-24 (March)
Books 25-33 (April)
Books 34-41 (May)
Books 42-49 (June)
Books 50-58 (July)
Books 59-67 (August)

68. Chain-Gang All-Stars by Nana Kwame Adjei-Brenyah - 2.5 stars )

69. The Genius Plague by David Walton - 3 stars )

70. The Lifted Veil by George Eliot - 3 stars )

71. G is for Gumshoe by Sue Grafton - 3.5 stars )

72. The Hurricane Wars by Thea Guanzon - DNF )

73. Picnic in the Ruins by Todd Robert Petersen - 3 stars )

74. Quackery: A Brief History of the Worst Ways to Cure Everything by Lydia Kang and Nate Pedersen - 2 stars )

75. The Game of Kings by Dorothy Dunnett - DNF )

76. Mickey7 by Edward Ashton - 3.5 stars )

77. The Bone Clocks by David Mitchell - 4 stars )

78. The Green Mile by Stephen King - 4.5 stars )

79. The Atlas Six by Olivie Blake - 2.5 stars )

80. The Monsters: Mary Shelley and the Curse of Frankenstein by Dorothy and Thomas Hoobler - 5 stars )

81. Psyche and Eros by Luna McNamara - 3 stars )

82. Smothermoss by Alisa Alering - 3.5 stars )

83. The Doloriad by Missouri Williams - DNF )

84. The Girl from Rawblood by Catriona Ward - 3 stars )

85. The Untold Story by Genevieve Cogman - 4 stars )

86. The Cabin at the End of the World by Paul Tremblay - 2 stars )

87. Sundial by Catriona Ward - 4.5 stars )

88. Wizard and Glass by Stephen King - 5 stars )

89. The Atlas Paradox by Olivie Blake - DNF )

Christmas decorations, as demanded

Dec. 22nd, 2025 10:54 am
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a row of house plants with garlands and baubles 

I shouldn’t have been surprised that my living room plants had organized. There’s a lot of community-building going on these days, especially here in Chicago.

“I speak for all of us,” the dragon tree said. “You marched for No Kings, so why are you thinking about decorating us? This holiday is for Three Kings. That’s three times worse.”

It took me a moment to figure out what they were talking about. Every year, one of my houseplants impersonates a Christmas tree. This year, they were a little on edge, understandably. It’s been a rough year.

“Let me tell you the holiday story,” I said. Plants are attentive, and they listened quietly. “So you see, the Three Kings are wise men.”

“Wise. Completely different kings, then. If we’re decorated, we’re protesting in favor of joy to the world, right? In that case, we all want to be decorated. The living room will be a massive pro-holiday rally.”

Every year, the plants have opinions about holiday decorating, and I’ve learned that plants are stubborn. So, this year, everyone gets to celebrate. It’s the season of joy and community around here. Happy holidays to you, too.

Festive Greetings

Dec. 22nd, 2025 04:06 pm
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The Winter Solstice has been and gone, and the daylight is returning slowly. Not that you'd know today, I haven't seen anything but grey skies! Wrapping is done. Cookies have been baked. Christmas is approaching. Season's greetings and happy Christmas!



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I cannot see images hosted on Imgur

Dec. 22nd, 2025 01:28 pm
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I'm not sure this is all that well known outside the UK, but the Imgur image host is blocked here. Unless I mess around with VPNs, I cannot see any pictures hosted there. You don't need to change what works for you, of course – just be aware that I won't be able to view or comment on your pics if you use Imgur.

Edwardian vandalism

Dec. 21st, 2025 09:56 pm
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324/365: 1908 graffiti, Bewdley Bridge

Yet another grey and damp day to mark the Winter Solstice. I most definitely did not see the sun rise, or indeed see the sun at all! Today's photo is one of the lesser-known pieces of Bewdley's history. In one of the pedestrian tunnels under Bewdley Bridge along the Wribbenhall bank there's this old example of graffiti. You may just be able to make out the initials "T.S." to the left, but in any case the year 1908 is very clear. Cut with a knife, of course, so it would have taken rather longer for this Edwardian vandal than for the modern equivalent tagging with a spray can!

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