I've also managed to spend many of my lazing minutes brushing up on the ins and outs of operating my camera. And since my parents house seems so much more novel than mine, I'm directing my practice efforts on the many and varied Christmas tchotchkes.
Everything seems to have a past and a story. Some of them pre-date me, going back to my mom's grandmothers and great grandmothers. Others I remember my brothers and I gifting to my mom during our earlier childhood years. Grandma sewed our stockings, mom painted our names on them. Many of the ornaments on the tree were crafted with the very hands that type this. It's like delving through a memory bank.
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