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Greetings, friends and family.
This year was much like the last - not a lot got done, not a lot changed.
I auditioned for a few plays, but did not land any parts. I did more recording for librivox.org, and have enjoyed it enough that I'm considering making voicework a side-hustle after retirement. To that end, I'm clearing out the "hobbit room" upstairs and turning it into a studio.
If anyone is interested in looking up my work on librivox, the finished works that I've contributed to so far are "Black'erchief Dick," "T. Tembarom," and "Mary Ware's Promised Land." I'll also keep a copy of any of my work on my media server, for those who have or want access to that.
I continue to livestream an hour of "bedtime reading" every week on Facebook. I pick one of our family favorites and read from that. At an hour a week, it will be a long while before I run out of things to read. I save those files, too.
Arthur wrapped up the third "season" of his online game. Kyrie has started up one of her own, giving him an extra-long break to set up the next twist in his campaign. And I recently learned that my granddaughter wants to run a murder mystery game during the holiday visit. I'll be playing the butler, so I think I'm in trouble.
This year, plants decided to grow in my yard. Along the front walk, three mullien stalks sprang up, making it look as if I had planned it that way (I didn't). And in the back, a pumpkin vine crawled out of one of the ash stumps, producing four pumpkins before frost took it. One of these rotted away because I didn't know you were supposed to harvest them as soon as they turned orange, and two of them never did turn orange. But one - the smallest - became the main flavor in a pumpkin cheesecake. If it springs up again next year, I'll be ready.
Kyrie had quite a fright this year. While taking a break from decorating her yard for Halloween, she heard a terrible crash outside: a drunk driver hitting first a power pole, then the fence in front of her house! No one was hurt, not even the driver, but only minutes before several people were out in her yard, hanging decorations. Insurance only recently paid on the damages; as of this letter the fence is still scrap in the yard.
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Every week, I pick a box from storage and clear it out. That means that, theoretically, I should have cleared out about fifty boxes from the basement last year. It does not look as if I have done that. I have a long way to go.
Plans for next year include joining Arthur as he picks up his RenFaire circuit again, provided the Omicron variant doesn't send us all back into lockdown.
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