Today doesn't threaten to be as bad at this one, at least. But I did stagger out of bed wondering how I was going to get everything done before our trip to Mississippi later this week. As I was brushing my teeth, I formulated the following plan:
1. Do the Morning Prayer service using one of Darren's innumerable prayer books. Morning Prayer is something I do maybe once a week if I'm really resolved. It's hard to fit it in and it still is an unusual way of devotions for me, but at least it's all written out in front of me so I don't have to find time AND space AND come up with my own words all at the same time.
2. Make a list of what has to be done this week. I've had to come to terms with the fact that a listless existence is a luxury that a mother of four can't enjoy.
3. Oh, wait, this should be Number One: check email, Google Reader, and Facebook. Also, lingering at the computer until I come up with a blog post is good, too.
4. Hide under the covers anytime a child tries to talk to me. Did I write that out loud?
Happy Monday After Christmas!
-- SJ
Monday, December 28, 2009
Friday, December 25, 2009
Christmas Pictures
Today was Christmas, or maybe you knew that? This year we attempted to capture the joy and celebration of the morning. The pictures ended up looking just like every other Pictures Of Kids Opening Presents ever taken. They even look like the cave drawings of Stone Age Christmases, which show short stick figures holding up toys made of bone, their eyes wide from intake of sugar (from a natural source like stevia plant, of course.)
But some particular grandparents like pictures of this particular set of children, so we're posting them anyway.
This was before the sugar intake, even.
I can't imagine what I'll write in it that won't spoil the whole wonderful idea.
But maybe I'll come up with something so universally amazing that it'll become an international bestseller and Darren can download it onto his new Kindle. I've got a little extra time because we're saving up for it so he won't actually get it for several months. Yes, his favorite gift from me was one that I haven't, technically, given him.
Today I told Stuart that, yes, my favorite part of Christmas used to be presents. Now it's the joy and celebration of the Incarnation of a God of love and mercy. But still, the presents aren't so bad.
Merry Christmas!
-- SJ
But some particular grandparents like pictures of this particular set of children, so we're posting them anyway.
For the first time in eight Christmases, Addie asked for a doll.
This was before the sugar intake, even.
Daphne was all about Christmas this year.
Phillip, playing with a ball from his Northern cousins, was just all about cute.
Here is My Son, immediately playing his new Nintendo DS game.
Here is Darren's Daughter, reading the rule book first.
Here is Darren's Daughter, reading the rule book first.
The Stockings: Before
The Stockings: After
My favorite gift from Darren was a handmade journal composed of salvaged paper (notebook, graph, legal, blank) and pages from an old book.
I can't imagine what I'll write in it that won't spoil the whole wonderful idea.
But maybe I'll come up with something so universally amazing that it'll become an international bestseller and Darren can download it onto his new Kindle. I've got a little extra time because we're saving up for it so he won't actually get it for several months. Yes, his favorite gift from me was one that I haven't, technically, given him.Our favorite gift to ourselves was Settlers of Catan and Seafarers of Catan. If you need to get in touch with us and can't reach us, it's because Darren, Stuart, and I are at the dining room table, building settlements and establishing trade routes. (Rocks not included in original set. We use them to weight the board down. Pink Silly Putty sold separately, too.)
Today I told Stuart that, yes, my favorite part of Christmas used to be presents. Now it's the joy and celebration of the Incarnation of a God of love and mercy. But still, the presents aren't so bad.
Merry Christmas!
-- SJ
Monday, December 21, 2009
Pip and the Pickle
Phillip places the last ornament on the tree.
Or, rather, "Phillip" "places" the last ornament on the "tree."
(We do call him Pip much of the time, by the way.)
From the archives, here's a clip of Daphne doing the same thing three years ago:
-- SJ
Or, rather, "Phillip" "places" the last ornament on the "tree."
(We do call him Pip much of the time, by the way.)
From the archives, here's a clip of Daphne doing the same thing three years ago:
-- SJ
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Snow Pictures and the Christmas Brigade
So did you hear that it snowed here?
Oh, you did. Did you hear that it snowed all night and all day and ended up nearly two feet high, three in some places? Oh, you did. Well, you know that's really neat for here, right? Because we don't usually get snowfalls like this? Oh. You did.
Well, how about if I just stop talking about it, then, and post the requisite pictures of snowsuits-with-faces flailing around in lots of snow? (They're really cute faces.)
So here they are, dressed in a hodgepodge of snow clothes. Addie's wearing my boots and my gloves. Stuart's snow pants are two sizes too small and he has plastic bags tied around his shoes. Daphne's wearing some old boots of Stuart's. You can see how bothered they are by the lack of coordinated and stylish snow wear.
I know, the adorableness just lights up the snow around her, doesn't it?
Hi, Mama! We're stopping for a picture! Like you asked us to! Okay can we go play now! Because it's dark and cold but who cares because it's snowing!
The Christmas Brigade
Addie had an idea. Now, you have to understand, Addie has LOTS of ideas. Like drawing pictures and selling them to museums. Like being a missionary to Afghanistan. Like reading a WANTED poster in a mall and proposing that we stake out the mall to catch the thief. So when she announced that she was going to form a "Christmas Brigade," I held my breath and waited.
Her idea: bake cookies, pile them on Mollie's sled (because of course it would be snowing at Christmas, right?), and take some to each house in the neighborhood.
Oh. Wow. Um, that idea is actually workable. It's actually good.
I made some modifications: we wouldn't do all the houses in the neighborhood (about 90). We'd just do our street (about 15). And about the sled: it doesn't usually snow in December; we get our big snowfalls, if any, in February. I told Addie to plan on using the wagon.
Addie and I baked cookies last week and froze them. Today dawned the day of the Christmas Brigade: two feet of snow, bright sunny day, and three excited Brigadiers.
Addie, Mollie, and I packaged up the cookies in plastic wrap and wrapping-paper bags, with ribbon handles to hang on the doorknobs. (Next time I'm buying pre-made bags, whew.) We taped a label on each that said, "Merry Christmas from the Christmas Brigade!" We went up and down the street -- pulling the sled, ringing doorbells, and leaving cookies at each house. The Brigadiers got lots of smiles.
I sense the making of a tradition.
-- SJ
Oh, you did. Did you hear that it snowed all night and all day and ended up nearly two feet high, three in some places? Oh, you did. Well, you know that's really neat for here, right? Because we don't usually get snowfalls like this? Oh. You did.
Well, how about if I just stop talking about it, then, and post the requisite pictures of snowsuits-with-faces flailing around in lots of snow? (They're really cute faces.)
So here they are, dressed in a hodgepodge of snow clothes. Addie's wearing my boots and my gloves. Stuart's snow pants are two sizes too small and he has plastic bags tied around his shoes. Daphne's wearing some old boots of Stuart's. You can see how bothered they are by the lack of coordinated and stylish snow wear.
I know, the adorableness just lights up the snow around her, doesn't it?
Hi, Mama! We're stopping for a picture! Like you asked us to! Okay can we go play now! Because it's dark and cold but who cares because it's snowing!The Christmas Brigade
Addie had an idea. Now, you have to understand, Addie has LOTS of ideas. Like drawing pictures and selling them to museums. Like being a missionary to Afghanistan. Like reading a WANTED poster in a mall and proposing that we stake out the mall to catch the thief. So when she announced that she was going to form a "Christmas Brigade," I held my breath and waited.
Her idea: bake cookies, pile them on Mollie's sled (because of course it would be snowing at Christmas, right?), and take some to each house in the neighborhood.
Oh. Wow. Um, that idea is actually workable. It's actually good.
I made some modifications: we wouldn't do all the houses in the neighborhood (about 90). We'd just do our street (about 15). And about the sled: it doesn't usually snow in December; we get our big snowfalls, if any, in February. I told Addie to plan on using the wagon.
Addie and I baked cookies last week and froze them. Today dawned the day of the Christmas Brigade: two feet of snow, bright sunny day, and three excited Brigadiers.
Addie, Mollie, and I packaged up the cookies in plastic wrap and wrapping-paper bags, with ribbon handles to hang on the doorknobs. (Next time I'm buying pre-made bags, whew.) We taped a label on each that said, "Merry Christmas from the Christmas Brigade!" We went up and down the street -- pulling the sled, ringing doorbells, and leaving cookies at each house. The Brigadiers got lots of smiles.
I sense the making of a tradition.
-- SJ
Saturday, December 19, 2009
A Christmas Meme
I don't often do memes because they spread like viruses and it seems that the more you do them, the more susceptible you are to others that come along, until you're answering questions like, "If you were a shoe, what would it be?" and "What color is your favorite belt?" Also, I'm absolutely unable to answer these questions briefly, so my readers really should be grateful that they don't have to read an entire paragraph on myself as a shoe.
Still and all and anyway, the occasional Christmas meme is fun. So here we go.
Eggnog or hot chocolate? Eggnog. I like the idea of hot chocolate, but am always disappointed by the reality. A lot like champagne, actually.
Does Santa wrap the presents or leave them open under the tree? There is no Santa Claus here. It wasn't a game I felt like playing and Darren went along with me. We do talk about St. Nicholas and how he gave generously to the poor. This year Addie has gone through phases of pretending she believes in Santa. Okey-dokey. Just as long as I don't have to pretend that HE did all the shopping, spending, and wrapping.
Colored lights on a tree or white? I used to love white lights. They were so elegant. Now I'm tired of them and we have colored lights. Ha, funny, that's what everybody else is doing, too!
Do you hang mistletoe? Well, for one thing, we don't HAVE mistletoe in our suburban neighborhood. And I find it hard to think of it as romantic, ever since my brothers explained how it kills the tree it grows on. Not that this sort of thing is the primary way my brothers spoke into my life over the years.
When do you put your decorations up? Usually about the second week of December.
What is your favorite holiday dish? My grandmother's cornbread stuffing, which I haven't had in eight years.
Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve? Yes, one. Or maybe we do stockings? I'm not sure, since Darren and I are still ironing out the tradition there. My family always opened our gifts on Christmas Day, and didn't do stockings. I was absolutely astonished to find out that his family opened all theirs on Christmas Eve, and stockings on Christmas Day. As a new wife, I was very eager to meld traditions and even adopt his for the good of our marriage; but waking up to no presents on Christmas morning was too bleak even for a bride. Darren graciously adopted the Christmas-Day-Gift tradition.
How do you decorate your Christmas tree? Well, first we pull out our artificial tree, the one that's six feet tall if you make the very top sprig stand straight up. If you know anything about my family's Christmas-tree history, you know that's pretty much a joke. (I grew up with twenty-foot fir trees in the house. I am not kidding.) Then we decorate it with the dozen or so ornaments we were given as wedding gifts (great wedding gift idea there, by the way). We've collected a few more over the years, most notably the personalized ones for each of my children from my friend Debra. And, of course, the pickle -- our favorite ornament. We save it for last, and ask someone special to put it on every year. This year Phillip "put" it on.
Snow: love it or hate it? Snow is still a jazzy novelty for me. For everybody in this area, actually; the slightest snowfall is an automatic snow day, whee! And around here it has a nice way of dropping in for a visit, lying around for a day or so, and melting. Today is different, however: we got fully three feet in some places and it doesn't look like it's going anywhere for a while. By Tuesday, I'll hate snow.
Can you ice skate? Southerners don't ice skate. I can still roller skate, though, with those two-by-two wheeled skates, the real kind from the 80s, you know.
What is your favorite holiday dessert? Martha Washingtons
What is your favorite holiday tradition? "Christmas riding," which is what Rosemary and I called driving around looking at lights. This year, though, we've also done a Jesse Tree. Each night one child hangs an ornament having to do with a story in the Bible that typifies or prophesies Jesus. I like the fact that we turn off all the lights and light the Advent candles. The semi-darkness calms everyone down and is a restful pause at the end of the day. Also it makes the house look pretty.
Candy canes: yum or yuck? I always loved getting them, and never ever liked the taste. I ate them anyway, though. Couldn't resist the hook at the end of it.
Favorite Christmas show? Muppet Christmas Carol.
The other thing about these memes is that they don't have any closure. Just one last question and bang! you're done. I find it disturbing, but that's what you'd expect from a comfortable dressy-casual flat with a velcro strap.
-- SJ
Still and all and anyway, the occasional Christmas meme is fun. So here we go.
Eggnog or hot chocolate? Eggnog. I like the idea of hot chocolate, but am always disappointed by the reality. A lot like champagne, actually.
Does Santa wrap the presents or leave them open under the tree? There is no Santa Claus here. It wasn't a game I felt like playing and Darren went along with me. We do talk about St. Nicholas and how he gave generously to the poor. This year Addie has gone through phases of pretending she believes in Santa. Okey-dokey. Just as long as I don't have to pretend that HE did all the shopping, spending, and wrapping.
Colored lights on a tree or white? I used to love white lights. They were so elegant. Now I'm tired of them and we have colored lights. Ha, funny, that's what everybody else is doing, too!
Do you hang mistletoe? Well, for one thing, we don't HAVE mistletoe in our suburban neighborhood. And I find it hard to think of it as romantic, ever since my brothers explained how it kills the tree it grows on. Not that this sort of thing is the primary way my brothers spoke into my life over the years.
When do you put your decorations up? Usually about the second week of December.
What is your favorite holiday dish? My grandmother's cornbread stuffing, which I haven't had in eight years.
Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve? Yes, one. Or maybe we do stockings? I'm not sure, since Darren and I are still ironing out the tradition there. My family always opened our gifts on Christmas Day, and didn't do stockings. I was absolutely astonished to find out that his family opened all theirs on Christmas Eve, and stockings on Christmas Day. As a new wife, I was very eager to meld traditions and even adopt his for the good of our marriage; but waking up to no presents on Christmas morning was too bleak even for a bride. Darren graciously adopted the Christmas-Day-Gift tradition.
How do you decorate your Christmas tree? Well, first we pull out our artificial tree, the one that's six feet tall if you make the very top sprig stand straight up. If you know anything about my family's Christmas-tree history, you know that's pretty much a joke. (I grew up with twenty-foot fir trees in the house. I am not kidding.) Then we decorate it with the dozen or so ornaments we were given as wedding gifts (great wedding gift idea there, by the way). We've collected a few more over the years, most notably the personalized ones for each of my children from my friend Debra. And, of course, the pickle -- our favorite ornament. We save it for last, and ask someone special to put it on every year. This year Phillip "put" it on.
Snow: love it or hate it? Snow is still a jazzy novelty for me. For everybody in this area, actually; the slightest snowfall is an automatic snow day, whee! And around here it has a nice way of dropping in for a visit, lying around for a day or so, and melting. Today is different, however: we got fully three feet in some places and it doesn't look like it's going anywhere for a while. By Tuesday, I'll hate snow.
Can you ice skate? Southerners don't ice skate. I can still roller skate, though, with those two-by-two wheeled skates, the real kind from the 80s, you know.
What is your favorite holiday dessert? Martha Washingtons
What is your favorite holiday tradition? "Christmas riding," which is what Rosemary and I called driving around looking at lights. This year, though, we've also done a Jesse Tree. Each night one child hangs an ornament having to do with a story in the Bible that typifies or prophesies Jesus. I like the fact that we turn off all the lights and light the Advent candles. The semi-darkness calms everyone down and is a restful pause at the end of the day. Also it makes the house look pretty.
Candy canes: yum or yuck? I always loved getting them, and never ever liked the taste. I ate them anyway, though. Couldn't resist the hook at the end of it.
Favorite Christmas show? Muppet Christmas Carol.
The other thing about these memes is that they don't have any closure. Just one last question and bang! you're done. I find it disturbing, but that's what you'd expect from a comfortable dressy-casual flat with a velcro strap.
-- SJ
Friday, December 18, 2009
7 Quick Takes, vol. 62
Not that I have done 62 "7 Quick Takes," but that is what Conversion Diary is up to.
1. The jokes that I tend to like best are those that poke fun at what is actually a tragedy: the numerous divisions in the Body of Christ. The best one I've come across recently was brought to my attention by Reason, and is written by the son of a friend of mine. It's called "Denominational Affiliation for Writers of the Bible," and I thought it was hysterical. The only one I disagree with is James -- if the reason given shows it to be Catholic, I think it should also be assigned Jewish, Italian, and German peasant writers. Luther had a wide range of dislikes :-)
2. A joke from Stuart: Where do Biblical eggs get together? At the syn-eggnog.
3. Dave Freer is a South African science fiction writer published via my favorite publishing company, Baen, who is moving to Tasmania. I've been following the adventures (and it is truly an adventure!) on his blog, and he told a marvelous story about a gecko this week.
4. Sara wrote before about our experience with Walter Jon Williams. I read a real-life article this week that sounded incredibly like Williams' book "This is Not a Game." I found it absolutely fascinating. I have sometimes fantasized about trying to do this myself, but I am way too much of a homebody to just up and leave like that.
H/T to Eve Tushnet (whose blog usually I find too sharp for my taste, but this was a neat link.)
5. There was a very interesting discussion on Faith and Family Live this week about doctor visits and teenagers. I suppose I should put more thought into this -- after all, I have talked to a number of clients at work who have run into issues with overzealous doctors and/or rebellious teenagers. After reading the discussion, I was mainly just glad that Addie is only eight.
6. This video called "The Advent Conspiracy" is a really cool idea. Our church is holding a special collection this Sunday (at least, if church isn't canceled due to a winter storm that’s predicted) to give food to local hungry people. As Deacon Dave said last week, "We aren’t talking a can or two of soup here. Buy the whole case!"
7. And on a related topic, I know that everyone has his or her favorite charity to give to, but I would like to highlight the Home School Foundation as a very worthy candidate of your generosity. It does terrific work helping single parents and those in need of financial assistance to be able to keep teaching their children at home during tough economic times.
Happy Advent and Merry Christmas to you all!
--DJ
1. The jokes that I tend to like best are those that poke fun at what is actually a tragedy: the numerous divisions in the Body of Christ. The best one I've come across recently was brought to my attention by Reason, and is written by the son of a friend of mine. It's called "Denominational Affiliation for Writers of the Bible," and I thought it was hysterical. The only one I disagree with is James -- if the reason given shows it to be Catholic, I think it should also be assigned Jewish, Italian, and German peasant writers. Luther had a wide range of dislikes :-)
2. A joke from Stuart: Where do Biblical eggs get together? At the syn-eggnog.
3. Dave Freer is a South African science fiction writer published via my favorite publishing company, Baen, who is moving to Tasmania. I've been following the adventures (and it is truly an adventure!) on his blog, and he told a marvelous story about a gecko this week.
4. Sara wrote before about our experience with Walter Jon Williams. I read a real-life article this week that sounded incredibly like Williams' book "This is Not a Game." I found it absolutely fascinating. I have sometimes fantasized about trying to do this myself, but I am way too much of a homebody to just up and leave like that.
H/T to Eve Tushnet (whose blog usually I find too sharp for my taste, but this was a neat link.)
5. There was a very interesting discussion on Faith and Family Live this week about doctor visits and teenagers. I suppose I should put more thought into this -- after all, I have talked to a number of clients at work who have run into issues with overzealous doctors and/or rebellious teenagers. After reading the discussion, I was mainly just glad that Addie is only eight.
6. This video called "The Advent Conspiracy" is a really cool idea. Our church is holding a special collection this Sunday (at least, if church isn't canceled due to a winter storm that’s predicted) to give food to local hungry people. As Deacon Dave said last week, "We aren’t talking a can or two of soup here. Buy the whole case!"
7. And on a related topic, I know that everyone has his or her favorite charity to give to, but I would like to highlight the Home School Foundation as a very worthy candidate of your generosity. It does terrific work helping single parents and those in need of financial assistance to be able to keep teaching their children at home during tough economic times.
Happy Advent and Merry Christmas to you all!
--DJ
Monday, December 14, 2009
Two Boys
It's impossible not to be charmed, right? Right.
Phillip is sitting in a "Bumbo seat," for those unacquainted with the latest in baby technology. Both boys do have bottom-type clothes on, honest.
Phillip is sitting in a "Bumbo seat," for those unacquainted with the latest in baby technology. Both boys do have bottom-type clothes on, honest.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Bell's Palsy
Below are two pictures of Addie.
The first I took the morning we discovered her palsy, two months ago. Her face is a little swollen and completely frozen -- after all, she's smiling with the other side of her face.
The next I took last night. Her face isn't back to normal by any means, but the right side of her mouth quirks upward when she smiles. That's significant improvement.
I can promise updates as events warrant; Addie Updates have become something of a hobby the last few weeks.
-- SJ
The first I took the morning we discovered her palsy, two months ago. Her face is a little swollen and completely frozen -- after all, she's smiling with the other side of her face.
The next I took last night. Her face isn't back to normal by any means, but the right side of her mouth quirks upward when she smiles. That's significant improvement.
I can promise updates as events warrant; Addie Updates have become something of a hobby the last few weeks.
-- SJ
The Health of Addie Update
I've been doing updates on Facebook, with the usual blithe forgetfulness that not everybody is on Facebook. So now I'm updating on my blog, with the customary uninformed assumption that everybody who isn't on Facebook at least reads my blog.
Back in October, Addie was diagnosed with Lyme's disease. We took her in because she woke up with Bell's Palsy, meaning that the right side of her face was temporarily paralyzed. (In previous posts -- or maybe it was on Facebook -- I said it was the left side of her face. That's because I can't tell left from right. Seriously, I get my kids' shoes on the wrong feet routinely.)
We did the 21-day antibiotic round, got her tested again, and even had her undergo an MRI. Results: the palsy indicated Lyme's, but nothing more terrible, and would repair itself. The Lyme's test came back positive again.
So! Next step was to get a picc line installed in Addie's arm so we can administer a stronger round of antibiotics directly into her body. For twenty-eight days, oh my. Darren is taking her in this morning for that.
It's been a pretty wearying adventure for Darren and me. As for Addie, she's taken everything in stride. She doesn't complain about her face, she takes any antibiotic or probiotic we give her, she went under general anesthesia for her MRI without a qualm. Yesterday she and I (and Phillip) spent all day in the hospital waiting for a picc line; she got a dose of the antibiotic but not the picc line. Addie considered it a vacation in her own personal resort room. She got to eat snacks and watch TV all day. (TV for the TV-less Jones kids is a serious treat and worth a hospital stay.) Underneath all that melodrama is a steel backbone.
Best of all, last night we noticed a real improvement in her face. It's not back to normal, but it's better.
That's the story so far. Good thing I'm done, because Phillip is expiring of hunger on the floor.
-- SJ
Back in October, Addie was diagnosed with Lyme's disease. We took her in because she woke up with Bell's Palsy, meaning that the right side of her face was temporarily paralyzed. (In previous posts -- or maybe it was on Facebook -- I said it was the left side of her face. That's because I can't tell left from right. Seriously, I get my kids' shoes on the wrong feet routinely.)
We did the 21-day antibiotic round, got her tested again, and even had her undergo an MRI. Results: the palsy indicated Lyme's, but nothing more terrible, and would repair itself. The Lyme's test came back positive again.
So! Next step was to get a picc line installed in Addie's arm so we can administer a stronger round of antibiotics directly into her body. For twenty-eight days, oh my. Darren is taking her in this morning for that.
It's been a pretty wearying adventure for Darren and me. As for Addie, she's taken everything in stride. She doesn't complain about her face, she takes any antibiotic or probiotic we give her, she went under general anesthesia for her MRI without a qualm. Yesterday she and I (and Phillip) spent all day in the hospital waiting for a picc line; she got a dose of the antibiotic but not the picc line. Addie considered it a vacation in her own personal resort room. She got to eat snacks and watch TV all day. (TV for the TV-less Jones kids is a serious treat and worth a hospital stay.) Underneath all that melodrama is a steel backbone.
Best of all, last night we noticed a real improvement in her face. It's not back to normal, but it's better.
That's the story so far. Good thing I'm done, because Phillip is expiring of hunger on the floor.
-- SJ
Monday, December 07, 2009
Tip for Writers
Amazing what just one letter can do.
For example:
"She took her cell phone out of her purse."
Not exciting, but gives the reader a concrete mental image to work with.
On the other hand, a simple extraneous letter can change everything:
"She took her cello phone out of her purse."
To tell the truth, I prefer the latter. Absolutely revolutionizes the story and blasts the reader's expectations to bits. But, perhaps because I lack courage -- I did remove the O.
-- SJ
For example:
"She took her cell phone out of her purse."
Not exciting, but gives the reader a concrete mental image to work with.
On the other hand, a simple extraneous letter can change everything:
"She took her cello phone out of her purse."
To tell the truth, I prefer the latter. Absolutely revolutionizes the story and blasts the reader's expectations to bits. But, perhaps because I lack courage -- I did remove the O.
-- SJ
Saturday, December 05, 2009
Saturday Evening Blog Post, 4
Today at Elizabeth Esther's, the Saturday Evening Blog Post lineup. I chose my numbers post. Since writing it, I've read more on synesthesia and I'm not sure mine qualifies as the real thing. But it was a whole lot of fun to write it and discover others who think the same way. Ha! One day we will unite and take over the world! And then get into wars over whether orange is male or female.
-- SJ
-- SJ
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