kareina

I know this seems like a petty thing, in these parlous times, but I am having a hard time finding bookends. We are finally, finally getting all the books out of storage and sorted and on shelves and they might almost fit if we have enough bookends. (If you're going to do part of a shelf as 2 rows of paperbacks, that needs at least 1 bookend to keep the last ones from falling into the larger books that are going as single rows.)

Where can I find plain metal bookends, like the kind they use in libraries? I do NOT want to get them from Amazon, for political reasons. Neither do I want to get them from Target. Once, I might have tried Home Depot, but it turns out that they are cooperating with ICE in deeply distressing ways so I don't want to do business with them either. Etsy is generally recommended as an alternative to Amazon, but they just have decorative standalone bookends. Some of them are really pretty but they are too bulky for this purpose.

kareina

Today started with my annual checkup for the SGNT study I am parrt of. The annual checkup is more detailed than the quarterly ones, and hours later my eyes are still dilated.

I managed to work a little anyway, but when I got to the busstop to head home I saw a group chat from a cousin in Wisconsin with the sad news that his mom had died. So now, instead of working on the bus, I will remember my Aunt Nancy.

When my mom was around 18 years old she took a government Civil Service test, and did well enough that she got a job in Washington DC, working at the Pentagon. She lived in DC for six years before marrying my dad and travelling the world. While I have never been to DC, i grew up listening to her stories from that time.

Most of those stories featured one of her dearest friends, Nancy. Nancy was sweet, smart, and beautiful, and when my mom's big brother Jim (her favourite sibling), came to visit Jim and Nancy hit it off right away. I am told that at that first party after they met Jim and Nancy left the apartment to go buy more beer, and when they got back to the building and started up the stairs to the apartment they stopped and shared their first kiss. After that, any time they went up or down the stairs in that building they always stopped on the same step to share another kiss.

Not surprisingly, soon thereafter she was not only my mom's best friend, but also her sister. It was always a special treat when we were little to go visit Jim and Nancy, and their son, called Jimbo when he was little, to distinguish him fro. His dad, but these days simply Jim.

I had many wonderful aunts, but Nancy was a serious favourite. When I was little always took the time to talk to me as though I were her equal, and not simply a little kid, and when I became taller than she was, this didn't change.

It has been years since I saw her last, but I made a special point of passing through Wisconsin on my way to Europe from Australia in 2009, just so I could see her.

Today, I heard from my cousin Jim that news we never want to hear, but comes sooner or later for everyone. Rest well Nancy, the world is the richer because you were, and you had such a positive effect on so many people, and we who loved you will long remember you.

conuly

Now, we don't have a coffee maker. We have a french press, and we have a pourover thinger, and no coffee maker. Electric coffee makers are roach magnets, and I will stand by that statement.

But the job has a coffee maker, a nice new model after the pot on the old one broke, and the lid on top opens to the left, which means you have to hold the coffee pot in your right hand if you want to pour the coffee into the machine. Also, all the measurement numbers on the coffee pot are only visible if you're holding the handle in your right hand.

And you may say this is petty, and it is - well, it's petty for me because I have two hands, I might well be more annoyed, and justifiably, if I was missing one! - but somebody made a choice to hinge the lid on the left instead of on the back, and somebody, maybe that same somebody, made a choice to only put numbers on one side of the handle instead of both. And they didn't have to make those choices, they could've made different choices that didn't screw me over personally, me and all the other lefties as well as approximately half of all people who don't have mobility in their right hand or don't have that hand at all*, and they chose poorly. Probably didn't even think it through even a tiny little bit.

* Wait, is this a valid assumption? Or are people more likely to be disabled on this side or that side?

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conuly

I am a knotted nebula—
a whirling flame
Shrieking aftire the endless darkness ...
I am the eternal center of gravity
and about me swing the crazy moons—
I am the thunder of rising suns,
the blaze of the zenith—
... the tremble of women’s bodies
in the arms of lovers ...
I sit on top of the Pole
Drunk with starry splendor
Shouting hozzanas at the Pleiades
... booting footballs at the moon—
I shall outlast the sun
and the moon
and the stars.…

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carrot_khan

I should make a point of writing ten minutes every day and maybe that would unstick my brain - a combination born of *waves hands at everything* and the pain killers that make me dumb. Or at least give me a very shallow thought process. I have a serious Flowers for Algernon thing going on here - I remember when I was smart and how much harder things are right now.

But some good things amongst the fascism.

Sera has finally attained the rank of First Class Scout. It was something that should have been easily accomplished years ago and it has been agonizing to get her this far. She's pretty proud of herself and was very excited to come home and let me know. I wish I could take her out and celebrate. Her biggest hurdles now are serving in some sort of office of responsibility for a total of eight months (four for Star rank and four for Life) as leadership and organization are not her strongest suits. And she has....seven? eight? required badges left to do. Cit in Society, Communications (mostly done), Emergency Prep (almost done), Cooking, Camping, Family Life, Personal Management, and Personal Fitness. She suddenly seems capable and all things seem possible.

Sera had a bit of set back recently. My fellow GS Leaders came over for a meeting (since I am still hobbled) and we have a camp out coming up next weekend (they assure me my only requirement is to sit by the fire in the cabin) and they brought their combined children. Sera was bent out of shape since all the girls wanted to do was to sit around and talk. They didn't want to play Munchkin. Part of that comes from one had a physical imparement that makes reading difficult and the two others just have limited reading/comprehension. Sera was mad they didn't want to play. I had to have a very difficult and delicate conversation with her about how I like the girls just fine and I'm glad they're all friends, but they can't meet Sera where she is intellectually. And this is where her problem comes in - she hasn't been able to make friends that can meet her at that level because she's acting at the level of her...less able friends. I tried really hard not to use any disparaging terms or to make it seem like her GS friends were less worthy. Sera kinda has to make a decision on where she wants to be and who she wants to be and to act accordingly. I think she understood. I think she has some Adult Determinations to make.

Xander is 22, which is super weird to think about. He and Liam both started second semester of college this week. I'd really like it if Xander could get a job, because I think that would help his mental state and make him feel less like a burden. Dr. Richman - the therapist that he had been with since 6th grade - retired at the end of the year and I think that might have given him a little spurt of "I gotta do some shit with my life" and while I found him a new therapist (on the website that his doc is affailiated with) Xander actually took charge in calling, making an appointment, filling out his patient files/bios/signing paperwork, and then had me help him with the insurance stuff. This is big. This is movement. And then, poor guy, in putting his college schedule on the calendar - it was realized that his evening Math class conflicted with Wens night Fight Club. All the air drained out of him like a old balloon. Jimm thinks this is a good thing. It means he actually was having fun. That he LIKED something. That he wanted to go and do something. I told this to the Chiv Boys and to Honda and they're motivated to help work around this temp issue (the semester ends in May) and make sure he gets some helmet time in the next few months until the schedule frees up again.

Edward - mystifying child - has decided that he's tired of being bored and overlooked and ignored by a house full of siblings. He talked to his friends, they picked a day, they exchanged numbers, talked to their parents, and arranged for a day of D&D. It originally was supposed to be today, but it got rescheduled for next weekend because one of the kids had a church conflict. Edward even cleaned the basement and vaccuumed the stairs. Jimm and I are "Is this really our kid"? Because we've never seen such motivation.

It almost feels like things are looking up? For this household, at least.

Current Mood: hopeful
Current Location: bed
Current Music: Kids talking

madbaker

This week's Resolution Recipe: Pepperocini Pot Roast... For Science!
"This is my take on Mississipi pot roast. The pepperocini season the meat, and their brine adds a little bit of vinegar tang."
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Current Mood: cold

kareina

e slept at Keldor’s dad’s after yesterday’s game night. I woke early, caught up my log for yesterday, and went right back to sleep, sleeping in another at least a half an hour after Keldor got up and went to have a cup of tea with his dad.

Once I was up and dressed we went into town, and joined the rest of the Shire for the annual meeting of Reengarda, Skellefteå’s Medieval Society. I agreed to keep the office of treasurer another year, Þórólfr took over as Seneschal, Keldor agreed to be one of the extra “styrelsen” (the steering group). After the meeting we enjoyed “Semmelkladdkaka” (I have no idea if this was the recipe that Åsa used, but it is an English version, and I think most of my readers would rather read an English version) and cheese and crackers. The Semmelkladdkaka was really good. A much sweeter snack than I normally go for, but almond and cardamon plus whipped cream are my friend (note: Åsa’s version had real whipped cream with no sugar, and so was much better than the suggestion in the linked recipe) and we chatted about upcoming SCA events and demos, and came up with what I think is a brilliant recruiting idea:

At our Medieval Days event this summer, during the fighting demo ask the crowd who wants to try, and choose two of them at random to put on armour already that day, by going through the crowd with paper to everyone who raised their hands saying they want to try, get their name and contact details on a paper, drop the paper in a hat, and, with drum-roll, draw the lucky two to try it, and help them into loaner armour while the fighting demo continues. After the event we email or sms all of them with invites to our fighter practice.

On the way home from the meeting we did some grocery shopping, and I got home with enough energy to put everything away and make the salad right away, so my lunch to take to work tomorrow is already packed and ready to go.

After we had eaten and the kitchen was clean we went up stairs, gathered the various tools that are still there from our project in progress to Create an attic bedroom and took them downstairs so that when the contractor comes on Wednesday to start the Create extra bathrooms project there will be no confusion as to whose tools are whose, as there will only be theirs up there. After clearing away the tools, we also cleaned away the last of the things that were being stored in and near where the bathroom will go, so the space is completely ready for work.

I am so looking forward to this!

kareina

It was a sister’s zoom call weekend, and I woke enough before the alarm that I could do a 20 minutes Pilates before hand. Of course, then I took time to feed the cats and brush my hair before opening the computer, so I was a little late. But I am usually the first one there, so I guess it was my turn.

Told them of the 12th Night 2026-01-09 Drachenwald Coronation late night plumbing adventure and that I am looking forward ro Wednesday, when the contractor arrives to start work on the upstairs half-bath.

Amber’s Seattle condo is now on the market, Kirsty did her usual New Year’s getaway with friends she has had since high school, but this time two other families joined, and they had kids and dogs, so it wasn’t the relaxing time it usually is. Beth reports that her youngest, Lucia, got into the Sorority she was interested in.

After the call I went back to sleep and slept till he woke an hour to two later. We played Qwirkle over breakfast (he won) Then we cooked a “Gryta” together, which wound up more on the pasta sauce end of the spectrum than the stew end, but was quite good eaten on its own. After we had added everything to the gryta I started some Bread and Keldor did som laundry.

We played another game of Qwirkle (he won) as we waited for the dough to rise, then I shaped some knot-rolls and buttered them. As they rose we packed a few things to take with us, then I baked them, and ate three right away (he had at least four). They were light and fluffy.

While I packed some food for tomorrow Keldor tried offering Skaði some of the soft tube treats she is so fond of, but when he approached her she ran and hid behind the couch. She recognised the small scale packing to go spend a night at Keldor’s dad, and thought she would be the next thing packed. Poor thing. So he gave up and squeezed the tube onto the remaining soft food in the bowl. Perhaps they will eat it later.

By the time we started packing I was feeling out of sorts and antisocial, but we had planned to head to Þórólfr’s for game night then sleep at Keldor’s dad’s (two blocks away) to make for a shorter drive to Reengarda’s annual meeting on Sunday. I figured that going out would improve my mood, so I did.

I was right. It was fun. I made good progress on sewing Keldor copper trim tunic. I won Catan, and was second in Svea Rike, earning 11 points for the Ätten (noble family) Eka, thanks to good farming.

games night

By then it was well after midnight, so we went over to his dad’s, did 20 minutes of yoga (on the yin setting. Gee, when holding a pose for 2 or three minutes, one gets deeper), and then went to sleep.

kareina

Having not made it to bed till 04:00 last night, I didn’t manage to get up when the 05:00 alarm went off and keep Keldor company as he drove to work. Instead I slept till 09:00, and managed to make it to the computer by 10:00, but then I put in a full 8 hours of work (of the 7.95 I am supposed to work).

Keldor got home around the time I was finishing up, and we played one of the densest games of Qwirkle we havd ever played, with lots of Qwirkles. Sadly (for me) he won by 30 points (he rather enjoyed that).

Then he soaked in the tub while I payed for Crown Tournament this coming spring, and updated my records on our finances. Now it is nearly 23:00, and I am super tired. I think Keldor is already asleep beside me.

carrot_khan

I had many other dreams, but I've forgotten most of them. I'll update if I remember.

The main one to stand out was I dreamed of one of the Scout Moms from Sera's old troop. The one that crafted the mean letter and demanded Sera be ostracized. I dreamed that I was researching something and came across a photo that I recogonized as Mean Mom in her youth. I figured out very quickly that it had been taken of a minor offender of the Manson Family and she had been given WitSec in exchange for complete testamony and because she was a minor and couldn't entirely be held accountable for her actions (age fo consent and all that). I spitefully began to consider what I could do with that information - wait for the right time to drop her old name in a conversation and let Mean Mom know I knew who she had been and what she had done. Or maybe I'd leak her WitSec cover and whip up journalistic ire and force her and her family to have to flee and start all over again in a new place with a new identity and obviously she'd never be able to practice law again.

I'm pretty sure I was leaning towards Jourlistic Ire before I woke up.

Current Mood: amused
Current Location: bed
Current Music: Grandfather clock ringing

conuly

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hrj

So today's adventure was going uptown to meet friends at the Cloisters and see the special exhibit (on sexuality in the Middle Ages) with them. I took the subway up then walked the last bit through the park with snow softly falling. As I'm walking along the path, a couple coming the other way stop to compliment my coat. (This is the long green redingote with the shoulder capes.) I thanked them and told them about how I loved to make historically-inspired clothing and we chatted briefly then went on our way.

So I saw the exhibit and the rest of the museum. Went to an early dinner with my friends. Then caught the subway back toward downtown, but because it's a weekend I had to overshoot my destination and double back from Columbus Circle. So I'm standing on the platform at Columbus and I hear this voice, "I'd recognize that coat anywhere!" It's the same couple (at the opposite end of town). We chatted some more while waiting for our trains and it turns out they both went to Berkeley for college. What a small world.

hrj

Back in September, on my podcast, I aired an interview with Karli Wurzelnbacher who had curated a museum exhibition on sculptor Emma Stebbins at the Heckscher Museum on Long Island. So one of the conjunction of excuses to make this trip out to the East Coast was a chance to actually see the exhibit. Yesterday I took one of those typically complex assortments of transit peculiar to NYC to get there and had a wonderful time viewing everything.

The Heckscher is quite a small space--just five rooms and all of them in use for the show. In addition to quite an assortment of Stebbins' sculpture, there were displays of her drawings, biographical information, and a large number of photographs of works that are no longer extant (or no longer locatable), especially those documented in a scrapbook that her sister had compiled for her.

There was also a good amount of space devoted to her partnership with actress Charlotte Cushman (the exhibit used the word "wife" to my delight), as well as the rest of the expatriate artist community in Rome that they were part of. There were sculptor's tools on display and a video showing the process of mocking up a clay model, creating a cast, then using that to transfer the shape to marble.

In addition to enjoying the show, I was able to meet Karli face-to-face (although I didn't think to get a selfie with her). All in all, a lovely little adventure.

unicornduke

I am two years overdue on moving my pictures from my Camera Uploads folder on my dropbox to my external harddrive/online only dropbox folder. So far I've done about 50GB, around 6 months and have just moved up to the end of March 2025. Since the Camera Uploads folder is mirrored on my computer harddrive, it takes up a ton of space if I haven't moved things out of it in a while. In an ideal world, I'd do the transfer every two months. I ought to go looking through and print some photos out, which is something I enjoy doing every couple of years.

I have hung two pieces of art in my crafting room using command strips. I have decided that's how I'm going to hang most things since the plaster and lathe walls don't exactly hold things well. I have a whole crate of used frames for art prints and posters which my aunt gave to me. Some need new cardboard backing but I'm excited to hang art! I think I will make some collages of photos and art as well. Main struggle is getting things to stay in place . Also had an absolute galaxy brain moment the other day when I started winding the warp to go on my loom: the warping board can be clamped to the front beam of my loom and it is the perfect height to wind a warp. The best ergonomics for winding ever. Previous places I have put it: on the floor leaning against a table, on my crafting chair arms, on the couch. All of those require leaning over or sitting on the floor. This is such a good change.

We spread another two loads of straw this morning to empty the trailer before it got windy and I reassembled the chainsaw. It's usable if cranky, which describes most equipment on this farm. It was having issues cutting, would more or less just stop once it got partway into the log and it seems like the bar was the problem. We ran through all the other things, sharpened chain, tightened it, cut maple instead of the pin oak, etc. I switched to an alternate bar and it actually started cutting. Spent some time this afternoon cutting up a maple tree that will be burner wood probably and also my dad got a call that the guy brought a load of oak logs. I wanted to replace the rim sprocket on the chainsaw because it's getting worn but the piston stop I bought is plastic, it was taking too much force to remove the clutch drum and I was worried about the plastic breaking and getting into the piston which would be a big pain to get out. The small chainsaw is still out of order, so we might take that to someone to fix, it runs for 15 seconds and then shuts off no matter what, so mystery. I wonder about finding a small engine repair course of some sort, we have chainsaws, weedwackers, pumps, generators, snowblowers all here on the farm. They break a lot. Could be our maintenance. We are running for more straw tomorrow afternoon.

My farm business stuff is progressing. I haven't really talked about it much, but it is happening. My parents attorney did all the paperwork for me, so now I have the EIN and operating agreement, which I'll need to set up banking accounts and go to other businesses for things. My parents are currently footing the expenses until that's all set up, but we are considering it an operating loan for now. I need to do research on the banks/credit unions and figure out who will be good to work with. We are getting back to weekly farm transition meetings so much discussion of things is happening. I am taking a six week webinar on farm insurance. thrilling stuff

adrian_turtle

Is anyone I know going to Arisia this weekend? I'm thinking of going for a day but haven't decided which day. Masking is the only way I feel safe going to this kind of event, but masking also makes it harder to make a long relaxed day of it because I can't go out to a restaurant with half a dozen friends for 90 minutes in the middle of the day. Even so, I'd like to see people if that's possible.

adrian_turtle

We went to the Boston rally against ICE last Saturday. One of my study partners asked afterwards if it made me fired up with solidarity, and inspired to resist more strongly? Not really. Not this time. But my presence made the crowd a bit bigger, and I hope a bigger crowd inspired others incrementally more.

I saw a kid near the T station, on the edge of the crowd, and heard her ask, "Mommy, what's ab abol abolish?" She was of an age to be fairly new to reading, so she had to sound out the word on the "Abolish ICE" signs. Her mother said abolishing was when you got rid of something completely by making a law against it, like the abolition of slavery. It made me wonder about little kids tagging along when when Bostonians marched for abolition in the 19th century.

redbird

In no particular order:

*Last night, I talked with cattitude and adrian_turtle about possible text for my mother's gravestone. I emailed this to my brother today, with a note that these were what I was thinking of.

*I went to TJ Maxx to look for slippers. Disappointingly, there were none that came close to fitting: the ones that might have been in my size were all significantly too tight across the top of my foot. I was wearing thin socks (specifically, lightweight compression socks). It continues to be annoying that not buying slippers (for example) is as tiring as buying some.

*Also, my hips started hurting while I was in the store, so I decided not to look for other things, but headed home with only a quick stop at CVS, and not a grocery store.

*Today was definitely a good day to be outside; yesterday wasn't particularly, and tomorrow is likely to be a lot colder than today (with an afternoon high a little below freezing, so not horrible for January in Boston).

*I got email today from state senator Pat Jehlen, about a bill to ban the use of masks by law enforcement. This is noteworthy because I haven't lived in her district since 2019, and didn't think I was still on her mailing list.

*The skin on my fingertips, and on the rest of my hands, is doing a lot better. I will need to remember to keep applying the serious lotion, so it doesn't start splitting again. However, my shoulder is bothering me, which may be from doing a lot of mousing when I was avoiding using the keyboard.

kareina

Oops, I was so sleepy last night that I went to bed at 20:00, and I forgot to plug in my phone, so I woke to a very low battery, which will complicate my morning phone call.

Luckily, it turned out that today is the day he has am appointment at the local health center to look at the foot that has been hurting, so I was able to let it charge while I packed To get ready to head to the bus, so it was over 60% before I had to go.

I had a good day at work, but Keldor had grumpy day. He thought he had booked an appointment with a doctor, and had written down in the online form the three things he wanted to accomplish: a blood test to screen for prostate cancer, checking the foot that has been hurting, and look at the ugly growth on his skin. It turns out that what he got was an appointment with the same physical therapist he saw last time about the foot, and they had no new ideas, and suggested he try calling to see if he can get an appointment with a doctor instead. He called, left the voice mail, and an hour or so later got a call back. The part that makes him grumpy is that apparently he can’t actually request the prostate cancer test himself—if he has symptoms he can make an appointment with a doctor, and if they agree that the symptoms are concerning, then they do the test. Given that we lost a friend to prostate cancer which wasn’t caught early enough, we don’t much like this protocol, and think it should be a routine test, the same way mammograms and pap smears are. Why wait for symptoms? by then it could be too late.

After work I spent the evening, and way too late into the night dealing with Shire financial paperwork. I had to learn how to do “bokslut” (the closing of the books at the end of the year, which turns out to be a very easy task in GnuCash), and while I was at it, I cleaned up the accounts by deleting accounts that had never been used, and moving those which haven’t been used in a log time to a folder called not used anymore, and updated my readme file explaining what the various accounts are accordingly (this eliminated the last of the “no idea what this is” comments in the readme file)

Then I prepared all of the reports needed for the shire Annual Meeting on Sunday, and sent them to our “revisor” (person who checks to see if I did everything correctly, in this case, the last Exchequer) and to the Seneschal. now it is closing in on 03:00, and I really should do some more yoga and head to bed.

kareina

En kul historia från min morgon…

Jag sitter på bussen, ta ut min banan och vitaminer, åta dem, och sträcka armen över ryggstödet för att kasta bananskalen i papperskorgen som är monterade vid sidan av trappan. Men papperskorgen lutade liten åt sidan, och trycket från bananskalens slaget efter den hastiga nedstigningen gjorde att papperskorgen lutade ännu mera, och sin innehåll (bananskalen) ramlade ur, och fortsatte vidare mot golvet.

Då såg jag framför mig att nästa personen som skulle stiga på bussen skulle möta sitt slut genom att halka på ett bananskal. Därför ställde jag datorn och grejer åt sidan och tog mig upp från sätet och ner trappen, var jag fick veta att det är en jättebra design, eftersom banan hade ramlade precis i papperskorgen som stå under och lite till sidan av den jag siktade på.

Men nu sitter”min” papperskorgen ordentligt i sitt hållare, och lutar inte alls, så den nästa som har skrap att kasta inte behöver ha så mycket tur som jag hade!

Vilken snälla dåtid-jag jag har!

Min dåtid jag lämnade mig snacks på kontoret! jag har en burk pumpafrön med skäl (det har vi varit slut på hemma i flera veckor), och en burk hemgjord kex, och en glasburk smör som har suttit i mitt kyl kista under skrivbordet och smaker fortfarande bra, så sedan jag kom i till kontoret har jag ätit lite pumpafrön och kex med smör. Jag hoppas att ni också få något lite som detta som fick din dag att vara lite bättre!

energi tog slut ganska tidigt

Jag hade energi under hela jobbdagen, och jobbade utan problem tills bussen var nästan framme i Lövånger. Då packade upp mina grejer och tog sparken hemma och sätta mig på soffan tills Keldor ringde. Under tiden han körde hem hunn jag äntligen tomma kisten av käader vi tog till eventet, men då var dagens energi slut, och jag var i säng redan kl 20,00 och sov direkt.

kareina

Today was a work from home day, as I had that doctor’s appointment that I should have gone to last week, but lost track of the days of the week, and saw the calendar reminder 20 minutes after I should have been there.

So I did the meeting to discuss the funding application for the workshop we want to run in October over zoom, and got good input, and should be able to get the application done on time.

Then the doc appointment, they said that the weird hard lump on back of my arm that I can’t quite see doesn’t look concerning

Then a long lunch break, followed by work, including a meeting with a colleague in the states to discuss ways to liik at database structure. These meetings may result in a paper. With luck it might even get my colleague’s thesis kickstarted back into progress again.

This evening was the Nordmark members meeting over zoom, and after our zoom training session.

Then I stayed up too late, and ought to go to sleep, as tomorrow I have to go into the office for the first time in weeks.

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My Aunt Nancy

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Amusing Encounter

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Arisia

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