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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.

I forget how far along I am in, on vacation. Enjoying the quiet warmth of mom's house. Sneaking Marble and Buckley into the no-dog area at night so they can sleep with me under the covers. And playing with the stuff I got from Santa. A hot new iPod in purple with enough space to fit my entire music collection 3 times over and a camera small enough to fit into the palm of my hand for easy on-the-go photo taking. It's been a good Christmas.

Here is Danny (the 2nd nephew), dancing in his Christmas concert here in West Bay, where he now lives with my parents. danny dancing
He's the one in the white shirt with his jaunty santa hat and smooth leg moves.

Tomorrow, I embark on the southern leg of my vacation trip. A week to be spent in Southern Ontario, gin soaked nights and endless take out sessions from The Vietnam Restaurant. Also, I get to spend time with my newest nephew born last month, and my little Niko who is expecting to see his Auntie Gish soon.

I sleep the sleep of the content for the time being. The nights are dark, and the days are light, all is as it should be in the normal world. This of course, includes the manic frenzy of the nephews playing around the house. I head to London tomorrow with my oldest nephew, Riley on a 7 hour roadtrip. It's a good thing he takes excellent direction when it comes to what I want to be played on the stereo.

Gotta run. Number 4 put a bottle of rum in my xmas stocking and I have a flask to fill.
Nightie,G.

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