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I remember that first holiday season after I divorced my husband. Money was tight. The kids and I made flour and salt cookie-cutter cookies to decorate and hang on the tree along with popcorn strung on dental floss. electricity and magnetism quiz questions Surprisingly enough, those decorations lasted for more than five years. The last time we used them was Christmas 1985, the year Bill and I married and my kids and I moved to Bellevue. The next year when it was time to decorate, we discovered that a mouse had found our treasure trove of ornaments and all of the flour-based ornaments and the popcorn had gone AWOL. electricity demand So out of a tough time comes an enduring memory that makes me smile as I’m telling it.

That same year, 1980, the kids and I hosted my family’s traditional L’il Jul Aften at our home in Phoenix. My daughter was in second grade. When I told her she was staying home from school to help me make lefse, she was worried that she might get in trouble. “Look,” I told her, “generations of Mexican mothers have kept daughters home from school to make Christmas tamales. This is the same thing.” Our homemade lefse wasn’t exactly built to specifications. electricity 101 pdf They’re supposed to be round. Ours definitely weren’t that. gas in babies that breastfeed We said they were “ugly but honest.”

The day of the party, the buffet was served partially in the kitchen and partially in the laundry room. That was where the counter space was, but I didn’t hear any complaints from the guests about the quality of the food. gas monkey monster truck Well, wait, there was one complaint. I served eggnog, doctored with some rum I found my former husband had left hidden in a cubbyhole when he left the house. Evidently it was rum with a lot more kick than anybody was expecting, and one round of egg nog was more than enough.

By the way, here’s a word of solidarity with those of a certain demographic who occasionally have difficulty recalling simple words. One Christmas season, my friend Alice called to see if there was anything I needed from the store. que gases componen el aire I wanted egg nog, but the words had suddenly fallen out of my brain so I blurted out “holiday milk.” And that’s what we’ve called it ever since.

One of our first Thanksgivings in Seattle was the occasion of a windstorm, strong enough that the power went out in most of the suburbs. The power cables in downtown Seattle were underground, so we didn’t lose power. Some of our friends from the burbs brought their raw turkeys to cook in our high-rise, and we had a makeshift potluck Thanksgiving in the party room.

So here’s my advice for this year’s holiday season. grade 9 electricity unit test answers Do what you can, let go of what you can’t. It’s okay to make new traditions when the old ones hurt too much to face. And remember, this year’s disaster will be the source of laughter years from now. Yes, my first mother-in-law, whose stuffing will be served with our turkey tomorrow, really did have a bit too much holiday cheer before dinner one year, and she really did drop the turkey on the floor. My father-in-law carved off the skin, and we ate the turkey anyway. (Isn’t that what skin is for?) Both of them have been gone for decades, but I’m still smiling about that.