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THE BRADLANDS: Come for the Weblog, Stay for the Pie!

As the holiday frenzy increases, don't expect another update until after Christmas. Meanwhile, take the chance to check out the archives or visit some of the other folks hosting personal portals.

And, if you're so inclined, drop me a line and let me know how you're celebrating the season.

I'VE GOT MAIL: Speaking of corrrespondence, I apologize if you've written in the past couple of weeks and haven't received a reply. Some of my mail got filtered into a mailbox I don't check as often as I should. I'll do my best to catch up the backlog in the next day or so.

FINALLY! THE WEATHER OUTSIDE IS FRIGHTFUL: I guess Ma Nature was just waiting for the solstice, since bitter cold and a smattering of sleet arrived right on cue. Me, I'm ready for it. The past few weeks of warm temps have been pleasant, but hey, it's winter: bring on the snow!

I'm—literally—dreaming of a white Christmas. Last night, I had a very vivid dream about being snowbound in a mountaintop cabin. Details are fuzzy, but it sort of looked like a holiday episode of Grizzly Adams. At least the cabin was equipped with food and survival essentials, but more importantly, a tastefully decorated tree.

CITY SIDEWALKS, BUSY SIDEWALKS: I've more or less completed my holiday shopping (and managed to do it all without setting foot in a mall or major retail chain store), although I've made a few excursions over the past few evenings for odds and ends. I never intentionally put off shopping until the last minute, but the scurry for a parking space aside, I truly enjoy the bustling atmosphere among the procrastinators.

There's something about the general mien of the maddening crowd that I find intoxicating. It's odd: as many shoppers become surly or unseasonably antagonistic, I unconsciously head the other direction. I become "hyper-merry." I smile at everyone, say "please," "thank you" and "Merry Christmas" to every clerk and fellow shopper. Tonight, I helped an astonished woman to her car with her parcels; at the grocery, I let two people with fewer items than I ahead of me in line. I hope the attitude is infectious...at least a few people seem to inherit my smile. The rest of the year, I may be Julia Sugarbaker, but at Christmas, I'm pure Caroline Duffy.

And now, I'm up at 5:30 a.m. to bake cookies for work. Somebody stop me before I become Martha Stewart.

ON THE SUBJECT OF HOLIDAYS: Here's one I can get behind. C'mon, everybody, get goofy with it!

FORGET QUAKE! Here's the ultimate confrontational game and sure-fire strategies to devastate your opponent. It's The Official Rock-Paper-Scissors Strategy Guide!

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