You acted lovingly. That's just not something to feel guilty about.

Oh, libkitty, that sounds wretched all the way around. So hard to be in the middle when the whole family is taking sides; whatever the truth is of what happened in their marriage, and however the divorce ends, it sounds like you did a kind and right thing. I'm sorry it's all so hard and fraught.

Sweet San Francisco Xmas story of the day: This evening we went out for our annual pilgrimage to the giant Christmas tree at the edge of Golden Gate Park (a big oak or some such, with lights strung around rather than through it, so it really looks rather like a gigantic bulbous ornament -- still, very pretty) so Emmett could run around it and sing carols, and now so Matilda could goggle at the lights.

On the way, we passed the homeless encampment at the entrance to the park at Haight & Stanyan streets, usually a sea of grubby teens and confused older men and assorted dogs, where tonight a church group had taken over, serenading the homeless folk with carols (sacred and secular -- as we approached, they were singing "Feliz Navidad"), setting up a barbecue to grill hot dogs and sausages for everyone, and putting up a tree and carrying in armloads of presents. No preaching, no handing out of pamphlets, just grilled meaty stuffs and songs and prezzies.

I do like our city, I do.

Very nice, JZ.

Once, our old priest told about working with homeless folk, I think in NYC. He was trying to help, with advice on some matter, and the fellow he was speaking with told him that he was tired that night and could he please just have the food. It kind of makes you stop and think. On the other hand, at the Glory Hole, the people coming for food will chew you out if you forget and start handing it out without a prayer first. Diff'rent strokes and all that, I guess.

But I still like your city too, JZ! Good folk.

JZ, that's the sort of thing that I love about the holidaze. Beauty really can happen, and the source can be very surprising. Very.

libkitty, I don't know you, so feel free to skip, but I wanted you to know that from the outside looking in, I think it was very thoughtful of you to contact your uncle. Is he your blood uncle, or is it his wife who is blood? Either way, I'm sure he appreciated it. And it's my firm belief that even if he didn't "deserve" the call (say, he did something truly horrible to his wife), extended kindness is a gift. You gave him a gift.

My aunt is my mother's sister. But as I say, he's been in the family longer than I have.

Right. We had the same thing happen only it was my uncle who was mother's brother. When they divorced, we "kept" my aunt.

When another aunt and uncle divorced, we kept both. My uncle's first wife even babysat for the second wife's kids upon rare occasions, and both attended family gatherings. But their divorce was amazingly amicable.

My uncle's first wife even babysat for the second wife's kids upon rare occasions,

Wow, that's very amicable!

Erin, I'm skimming since I'm on the phone, but I am extremely impressed by your Closet Conquest! Are you for hire, cuz...

Gilded cage, huh? I can find a day job in CA, I'm sure. For a guilded (gilded) cage, for sure! Maybe even for all-brass cage at this point.

(I had three vodka tonics. Tall ones. I feel all warm and expansive, and I keep opening the closet and gazing upon the contents warmly. Is this Freudian?)

Erin, when you are done with ND & KT's closet(s), can the Gilded cage be shifted south a bit? My closet needs a LOT of help. Not sure if it should be classified as one LARGE closet, or one SMALL apartment. Either way, dust masks will be provided. :: mmm, I may have lost her on those last two points::

ION, day one in the desert went well. Kept Neice occupied the vast majority of the day, so Sis & BiL could prep the house for big party tomorrow. Had the lil one help me make brownies. She *almost* did a few things wrong and rushed, thus receiving wrath from my sister, but not enough wrath to prevent permission to lick the beaters of chocolate.

IOcarN, as i started to back out of the driveway in search of holiday greeting cards, the Master Error Light on the Prius lit up!!! AAAAG! Called the dealership (thankfully open today). They said, should be ok, just bring it in when back in town. When i went back out to car, no light! Sister says she gets that all the time up here. They think it has to do with the high altitude causing low pressure in some lines, until the car warms up or something. Still gotta take it in for a look-see. shit, Wednesday is gonna be PACKED.

tomorrow, party with strangers, then wrap all night. The lil one is gonna make out ROYALLY! (mom too, and she has NO idea either).