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Saturday, January 04, 2003
What a beautiful, beautiful year it's been thus far. This house has been absolutely stuffed with goils and boils. Kitana had to leave tonight, and Ade leaves tomorrow, but the Swedes are staying for another week.

Miracle of miracles! My sweet boy, my good darling baby, my little love finally came to Mint Manor yesterday! It was the first time, and he came even though it was raining and icy and miserable and all we ended up doing was sitting around watching M*A*S*H with us. ("Crochet your titties?", Hawkeye? Hunh?)

The night that we all sat around knitting and watching Our Hospitality and drinking tea, that's a treasure. Another was just now, knitting and watching The Westerner, which was, hey, all about fandom. What more appropriate on Dave's birthday?

Gina made a magnificent turkey dinner for our Christmas today-- it was the Swedes' first taste of stuffing and cranberry sauce-- and we had our Christmas and everyone loved their socks, and I'm wearing the peasant blouse that Linn and her sister made me, and Kitling gave me the best gift, a gigantic poster of Mark from Fully Committed. I almost cried because it was so perfect, and because right after that she had to leave for the airport... she also got me a new wallet, so no $20 Vortex anymore!

Oscar is adorable, sort of a young, blonde Dean Jones-looking guy, and he knits, he KNITS, which is just the sexiest thing you ever saw, this sweet boy sitting there knitting a scarf for his gal. And I'd love him even if he weren't so easy-going and polite and friendly, because look at how happy my Linn is.

And we've all been making squares for our quilt, it's been quilting madness out here. I used a sewing machine for the first time, and you know what? It ain't that deep.