yule

Bet You Thought We Forgot, Part II: Here’s Where All The Color Is

I had such fun turning the fine but boringly colored glass green that I have decided to color ALL the objects in the exhibit!   What colors should I make them, Sigyn?  Besides red,  that is.  Red is a given.

Rats!  Someone has beaten me to it.  The other rooms of the museum are full of colored pieces.

There are swirly pastel ones.

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Great Frigga’s Corset!  Sigyn, look at these–swirly AND pastel AND pushed into flower shapes:

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Sigyn likes the red bowl with the crimpy mouth and the…

…the mutant daisies.  Whatever they are, she likes them.

Beloved, did you see the case full of iridescent—–

Sigyn?  Sigyn!  Siiiiigyyyyyyyn…….

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Sleipnir’s fetlocks!! 

Completely mesmerized by that glorious, beetle-wing iridescent finish!  I don’t blame her.  It’s gorgeous stuff.  I mean,  the cameo glass is well-done, but look at how the blue-green pieces just glow.

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Time to play our favorite game.  Sigyn, if you had to pick just one piece, which would it be?

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Just as I thought–Sigyn likes the red, beflowered, flat, round vessel that’s so silly it’s actually sort of cute.   Me, I’d be happy with one of the magnificent blue-green vases or else the green cut-glass vase I made yesterday.

Ah, who am I kidding?  I’ll sneak back in here tonight and help myself to five or six pretty trinkets.

Happy Yule, dearest!

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It’s a Tradition

The human female’s family used to have a tradition—the children were allowed to open one gift on the eve of Yule.  The human female says that somehow, it always turned out to be new pajamas—or else a big box of crayons so that they stayed busy and out of the way of the grown-ups and their holiday preparations.

Sigyn has mentioned this way of celebrating multiple times in the last week.  I can certainly take a hint when it is as unsubtle as a moose on the subway.  Very well, Sigyn, we can open one present now.  I’ll even let you choose.

If you end up with socks, don’t blame me

Ah!  Excellent choice!  I have been wondering about this parcel myself.  I have shaken it a few times, but I have not heard anything.  (It may very well be socks.)

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It is from the human female’s sister, though, so it is probably not socks.  Presents from her are often interesting, one-of-a-kind things.  For all I know, there’s a zeppelin in there.

The wrapping is actually a sparkly bit of ribbon.  That’s rather clever, and I approve of the color. 

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The box appears to be a home-made affair, cut down from something larger.  There is tape, glue, and plastic involved.

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What do you have there, Sigyn?  Ah!  It is a most lovely crystal!  It looks for all the world like a giant icicle!

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A very fitting gift for a Frost Giant, wouldn’t you say?   Perhaps I shall make it into a scepter.  Or–I know!  We can hang it in a sunny window!  I imagine it will make lovely rainbows.

That is a very good gift!  You can write the human female’s sister a thank you note.  (I do not do thank you notes.)

Meanwhile, I am going to go poke and shake the other presents under the tree, and if there is anything that looks or sounds particularly promising, I shall remove the tag and replace it with one bearing my name.

That is MY Yule tradition.

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What?! Another Party?!

I can’t believe it.  It’s another Yule party.  This is the one that the mortals’ church staff has every year.  It varies.  It used to be a potluck.  The last few years it’s been upstairs at a pizzeria.  Tonight it’s at a local restaurant.  Sigyn and I have tagged along.  Church and churchy people make me nervous, but Sigyn likes the whole deal, so I’m going to make sure she doesn’t get lost in the crowd and has a good time.

Odin’s eyepatch!  “Crowd” was right!  This place is sardinified!  There’s barely room to move around, and even the humans say they don’t know half the people here.  Who knew there were so many volunteers, interns, campus ministers, visiting missionaries, and so on?  I shan’t bother trying to learn their names.  It’s not as if one could hear an actual conversation in here anyway–the noise of chatter is deafening.

Looks like there is going to be a random gift exchange again this year.  Last year we had all the good presents–and they were all stolen from us.

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Sigyn thinks this parcel looks “friendly”.  I say, with that red nose it’s highly likely that Old Santy has been at the wine already. (There does seem to be a good bit of wine on offer.)

Let us peruse the menu:

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The human female is ordering what is basically a tarted-up chicken parm.  She’s so boring.

I must say, although we are a bit cramped now that we are all seated and though it is still noisy, this is a nice place.  Sigyn is making friends with the salt shaker.

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Dearest, just because it has a cute little “body” and a little “head” doesn’t mean it’s alive and capable of holding a conversation.

But at least it’s glassware she has no chance of getting trapped in!

Ah!  Nosh-itizers!

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The toasted bread is nice, but the smashy olive goop, unfortunately, tastes of olives.  No one at the table is liking this except the one woman who is an olive fiend.  Here, you can have ours!

The salads have arrived.  The human male is less than enthusiastic.

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Seeing as how he loathes both mushrooms and olives.

The gift-draw has commenced.  Our table-mate has received this lovely tree.

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Sigyn? Do you want me to steal it?  Just say the word, and I will, even if it isn’t our turn to pick a present.

The main course is arriving, and the gift-draw continues. The humans have just opened up a parcel which has turned out to be lottery tickets.

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The temptation to scratch them off and see if I’ve won anything, and then hide any winning cards so they don’t get stolen, is pretty strong.

Ooo!  Dessert!  Sigyn is all about strawberry cheesecake.

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The humans had the lottery tickets stolen from them.  The human male ended up with something completely lame and traded it, post-exchange, for a handy cell-phone charger caddy thingie.

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Except that it turns out not to charge anything.  It’s just a place to plunk phones, with their charging cords hanging out the back.  Feel pretty silly now, don’t you, mortal?

At least he didn’t get the calendar with photos of dogs pooping or the enormous jar of pickles. No one wanted those.

And there you have it.  Food eaten, gifts exchanged, ho ho ho and Good Yule to all.  Time to go home where it is quiet and spacious.  Easy-peasy.

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Now, if I can just convince Sigyn that it is now all right to let the prize ticket go…

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A Very Shiny Tradition, Part IV: I See a Little Silhouetto

This exhibit is sorted by them or type.  Here’s a whole case full of paperweights that have silhouettes in them.

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Look, Sigyn!  We can play “I Spy.”

I spy, with my little eye, a weiner dog and two little chickens…

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Some of the shapes are easily recognizable.  Like this long-tailed tree rat.

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Or this pelican fellow:

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The sign says this one is a goat.  Sigyn says it’s a giraffe with short legs.  Either way, the critter has righteous horns. Two thumbs way up!

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This one is supposed to be a horse.  I don’t see it…

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Sleipnir’s fetlocks!  Now I do! The one in the middle is not a silhouette.  It’s a face-on view of a horse with a white blaze.  But what are all the other little shapes?

Perhaps I should bypass the alarm and take some of the more problematic ones home with me to puzzle over at leisure.  Sigyn, which one do you want?

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A Yule Celebration, Part II: Easy Come, Easy Go

It appears that is now time for another strange Midgardian Yule tradition, the scrambling of the gifts.  The humans have made a game out of it — each participating person brings a gift and draws a number out of a hat (or other suitable receptacle).  The person who has number “1” can choose to open any of the gifts.  The next person may either choose a gift of his own or STEAL the gift person number 1 has.  If person number 1’s gift is stolen, person number 1 has to open a new gift.  It proceeds from there, with each new person either opening one of the remaining gifts or STEALING from a previous person, the only stipulations being that one cannot steal back what was just stolen, and no gift may be stolen more than twice.

Stealing.  I like it!

Some of the gifts are silly.  Some are rather nice.  Each person tries to provide the most sought-after gift and to acquire–and hold onto!–the item of their heart’s desire.

The human female and male have drawn a low number, which does not bode well.  They won’t have seen most of what is on offer by the time their turn comes…

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It’s their turn!  Well, this isn’t too bad.  It’s a gift card for a highly-touted eatery.

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The humans have been looking forward to the semester break, when all the students go home and it is actually possible to get a spot in a local restaurant.

But where’s the fun in that?  I have suggested to someone with a higher number that a little pizza sounds really good, so there goes the pizza card!

The humans have opened another gift.  Oh, too bad!  It’s an insulated travel mug!

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They already have a bunch of those.  Now, if they want to get something better, they’ll have to praise its merits and hope someone steals it.

Success!  Someone has relieved them of the mug.  Here’s their third try at a really stupendous gift.

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Oh, this is more like!  A gift card to the local cinema, so they can indulge themselves with whatever block-buster is currently playing.  Also included is this tartan, antler-bearing member of the Artiodactyla bedecked with a cozy muffler.

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Sigyn is in love.

But I can’t let the humans hang onto a such a good present!  Everyone here is keenly interested and has dubbed it the Star Wars card.  It has been stolen almost immediately.

So now they are on their fourth gift.  I have steered them to a bag which has proven to contain this.  It’s a game of some sort.

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A sort of gaudy, knock-off version of a game the human male already has (acquired, no doubt in a previous gift scramble).  Yay.

Oh, and just to up the mischief quota, I’ve seen to it that the gift bag also includes chocolate, which neither of them can eat!  Ehehehehe!

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Look at all that peppermint deliciousness that they’ll have to give away.

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Meanwhile, the Star Wars card has been stolen from the previous stealer by the parish pastor.

There are only a few packages left.  One is the one wrapped by the human female.  Looks like no one wants her twee little kittens.

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What?  The game’s over?  The humans are STUCK with the game and the chocolate.   I love it when my plans work.

But, since I am not a heartless creature, but am always thinking of my beloved and her happiness, I have brokered an exchange with the priest, convincing him that peppermint chocolate is a good thing and that plaid reindeer are a huge bother.

Looks like the natty little cervid will be coming home with us after all.

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A Yule Celebration, Part I: Let the Merriment Begin!

Humans have many strange traditions concerning the proper celebration of Yule.  For example, they will go out of their way to plan a party with their work compatriots, so that they can spend another two or three hours in the company of those they have just spent eight hours with.

Apparently the presence of food, beverages, and inexpensive, possibly-cringeworthy gifts makes this all right.

Sigyn and I have tagged along tonight.  This particular get-together is being held in the upstairs of a local pizzeria.  Three guesses what the party fare will be!

We are early.  That is to say, we are on time, and ‘most everyone else is fashionably late. (I have never understood that expression, as the guests arriving late seem to be no more glamorously attired than those who were punctual.  Whatever.  Sigyn and I are here at the appointed time, and we look Fabulous.)

While we wait to assemble a Party Quorum, we have been urged to sample some munchables.  There is fried cheese, hummus, garlic bread, and these.  A big plate of greasy, fried, super-extra-spicy chicken flappers.

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Sigyn thinks she wants to try them.  I am not joking, dearest.  These are not merely, “Oh! What a nice hint of paprika” spicy.  These are, “Sweet Frigga, Mother of Thor, those little $%&! are HOT”

After just the merest taste, I have the urge to burrow into the nearest snowdrift and try to put the fire out.

Ah.  Looks like the ale has been set out.  These brands are very well they known; the attendees have been aware of them practically their whole lives.

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There was a rather nice Turkish beer here—clean, crisp, quite hoppy— but it was popular enough that it has vanished.   The human female liked it, which  means I will make sure she will never encounter it again.

The tables have been decorated to a fare-the-well.  Sigyn likes this very shiny shrubbery

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At last!  The Real Food is being brought in.  The human female is beginning with a salad.  As if that will somehow negate all the fried cheese and pizza

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And here is the main course.  The human female has gone in search of slices featuring pepperoni.  I, on the other hand, have selected this ham-and-pineapple version because I know it will drive the human female all spluttery and red in the face.

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Eat up!  We can’t get to the presents until you lot quit stuffing yourselves!

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Our Annual Christmas Treat, Part II: Weighty Matters

Sigyn adores glass paperweights. It’s one of the first things I learned about her.

It always makes me happy to see her so happy to look at a bunch of them.

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She has a special fondness for the floral ones.

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That blue one seems to have really caught her eye.

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The one with the tiny orchid is also pretty.

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Someone should take her sweet face and immortalize it.

Happy Yule, dearest!

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