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The "holidays" are upon us. At least upon those of us who choose to celebrate within the true spirit of mixed affiliations . The first gala is tomorrow, a Channukah festivity with our Havari . For the first time in years, we have managed to arrange the event sometime within the eight officially designated days. We take pride in our flexibility.
The featured activity, other than eating and drinking, will be a Yankee swap . We consider ourselves Yankees by reason of our geographic location, if nothing else. For my swap contribution, (a $10 limit) I consulted the staff at my favorite emporium, Joie de Vivre who immediately brought forth the swap choice of the year --the tiki drummer who plays something like this when pressed. Knowing the psychology of the Yankee Swap, when you make an unconventional selection, you must be willing to take home what you bring. I have taken home a Buddha Bank and a froggie clock that croaks under just such circumstances. Beats the potholder/calendar combination which will surely appear. I know I will be able to find a more appreciative recipient, should the tiki drummer return to me. My second swap selection is a six pack of Hebrew Genesis Ale, The Chosen Beer. There will be a fight over that one.
Photo note: Weird and haunting, don't you think?
P.S. I am still ridden with viri , my usual resiliance is compromised because I have been undisciplined about doing my yogic breathing .