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Azure Jane Lunatic (Azz) 🌺 ([personal profile] azurelunatic) wrote2003-10-30 09:45 am

Family: Halloween, fire.

Called home. No one answered, since it was 0700 there. I'm used to it only being an hour off.

FatherSir called right back.

He told me about a time, once upon a time, when he was living in Alaska (I think before the days of Mama) and some kids came by trick-or-treating. He wasn't prepared for this, so he had no candy. So, instead of candy, he gave the kids some of the finest things he had to give: a nice piece of firewood, a can of stewed tomatoes. (That was all he could remember; there was more.) Evidently after he closed the door the kids fell down laughing.

One of the kids is now a grown-up, and is back in town. FatherSir plans, for old times' sake, to find a burlap sack and give her a nice piece of firewood, a can of stewed tomatoes, and a bag of chocolate chips.


It seems that Aunt-Fayoumis and Uncle-Fayoumis are all right, and the house and barn are OK, but the trailer is not. Also, Aunt-Fayoumis, according to Guide Dog Aunt, own[s/ed] another house; my parents aren't particularly certain about what is up with that house.


It's good to talk to my family. I should call more often...