Thanksgivingukkah

I came home to a house full of family and friends and started frying latkes. I was sick but relived to be home. Eventually I told my body to shut up by taking some pseudoephed and proceeded to go to the annual Thanksgiving celebration in Belmont: the night tapered off with Eloosha on keyboard and singing. I stayed up until 5 am and left the next morning by train, where Yosef met me and walked me home in my last few hours before getting picked up by a fellow Bardian to go back again to Bardland.
On Thursday we had a one-day-late Hannukah-end party. I talked to people I don't know there, and later walked happily home, chipping the solidified wax drips off my chanukiah as I went.

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Note Osya left yesterday. He's trying to convince us that he's responsible enough for a kitten. By 'us' I mainly mean Папа. The night before he said no, because he had asked Osya to replace the trash bag and Osya hadn't, so now he's trying to prove otherwise.

(the note reads: I'm more responsible. Cleaned table took dishes out and put dishes in under 35 min. Didn't miss bus. More to come.)

clearly

a) written in a half-asleep state <3

b) More to come is almost a threat.

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Sima's been playing angry birds with his stuffed animal angry bird, which consists of him throwing it at me, me not doing anything, him making a blowing-up noise and then telling me weather or not I'm dead (depending on how close the bird got to me.)

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Mama calls me: did you pick up Sima (aka did I come up when the bus came)

Me: yes

Mama: there's a chicken in the fridge. you can do what you want with it

Me:...

Mama: with the exception of doing nothing. you can't do that.

                 so she outclevered me

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 Yesterday was the first night of Hannukah, so I made apple sauce. I added a tiny bit of sugar because of the cranberries and granny smith apples used.

1) peel and chop the apples.

2) put about half an inch of water in a pot. put the apples and whatever else in as well (i.e. cranberries.) the initial water is just in there so the apples don't burn until they get warm enough to seep out their own juices. mmm, gory.

3) let them cook on high until they get mushed enough, then put them on low. closer to the end, add the spices and sugar.

apples are mostly water, so I strained my apple sauce (before I put the spices in, after I put the sugar in) and ended up with pink cider.

Yum.

 We went over to Innka's+

(latkis and fried dough and the whole thing)

very satisfied, especially compared to last year when I spent Hanukkah at Botstein's house.