No Muffins...

...instead I made four cheesecakes. :)

One for TOH, one for us, one for the potluck, and one for efficient use of space in the oven.

Two Scenes

Scene one: a billboard. On this billboard is scribed Give a loved one to a loved one with the implication of Christmas. The image: classic books. But, it's a start, o poly legions. ;)

Scene two: another billboard with writhing naked models that says Dior: Addict to advertise a perfume. Huddled against the wall below it, photo-perfect, a huddled man in a sleeping bag with a cardboard sign that says: need money for food, I am not a drug addict.

Well?

Additionally, my cheesecake was very well recieved, I got lots of compliments. The group for the potluck was all women, and I've noticed two things. One, that women in a group with women are to a certain extent freer to socialise with other women, rather than posturing. Second, that older women, or at least the ones there, seem more like people than stereotypes. I'd say the majority was over fifty, with a couple of people my age, and maybe half over sixty. And they were personalities! They acted like people, not like women, not like anything except themselves. I aspire to be like that, someday. :)

Got five more nights filled up between now and Christmas working at the VanDusen festival of lights. It should be fun -- working there and wandering home for EQ and bed with the Juggler and TOW. :)

Emoticons: When Words Fail

:) :) :)

Be well. Work tomorrow, and a visit to Estrellada's place.

Oh, and I almost forgot. I was thinking about how my life, when it gets busy, seems to sort of encapsulate my relationships and shove them out, like the body does to a wound or something. I think of the people a lot, but the actual interactive/useful/close parts are much more limited, and the people verge on becoming peripheral.

Now, I think that's what the people want in this case, and I have every expectation of keeping it to a level I'm comfortable with, but it's interesting nonetheless. I don't know how much they feel like they're experiencing me, but I feel like I've got a bunch of semi-casual things going, timewise, and it's kind of odd not to have some form of relationship contact seven days per week.