The Christmas lights came on this week. Many of the houses on my block leave them up all year (we're classy like that), but they only turn them in in December. One of the houses has a giant star constructed on a pole on its fence. At night, with the lights turned on, it looks like a five pointed star in a circle. I'm sure they're going for the whole star of Bethlehem thing. During the day, however, it looks like a pentacle. Considering the block (and the sheer number of "Yes on 8" signs this October), I'm sure they would be horrified.
Now is also the time for picking out Christmas gifts, particularly as we hope to do the majority of our shopping from Amazon. We've been checking out Dr. Seuss books for the nephews, which has been an exercise in nostalgia. R and I both seem to want to give the Dr. Seuss books we read when we were little, which, I suppose, shows the impact of good books on young minds. I could clearly hear my mother reading some of the lines when Are You My Mother? showed up on the search menu, and I couldn't help extending my neck and craning my head to the side the way she would when she read the oft repeated title phrase.
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