I just can't resist posting more photos of ornaments, now that we have our tree up!
And since I was asked to elaborate on item #2 yesterday, I will! (Not much arm-twisting there!) It was way back in the 70s when I was in my earl 20s and there were suicide hotlines, and we'd actually go out and see people in person. I took a call, thought I should have my partner and police back-up. We got to a hotel room, I knocked on the door, heard a muffled sound, and walked into the room. I saw this man standing there, holding a knife to his throat, covered in blood. Without thinking, I walked up to him and said something really inane like, "Oh, you hurt yourself," and held out my hand for the knife. So he handed it to me. I turned around, EXPECTING TO SEE BACKUP, like my partner, and the police. But no! These boy types, had simply put their hands on their frickin- guns and backed away to safety down the hall once I opened the door and walked in. I had to walk to the doorway, holding the icky knife and call them, and THEN they stormed the room and tackled the poor guy. Yeah. . . . not something I'd probaby do again or want my kids to do.
Isn't it funny how memory collapses and expands time; one minute you're young and dealing with crazy risk-taking, the next you're middle aged and thinking about CS3 and camera raw exposure levels?