The New Year and more family poetry.

Last night we had oyster soup. I know it has been a tradition in our family for a hundred years or more, either Christmas Eve or New Year's Eve. I can't remember for sure which and suspect it varies. The recipe is butter, whole milk, half and half, and oysters. I took 2 fish oils and a pravastatin to counteract it. Anyway it has the effect of making us want to live another year, if just to have another bowl of soup.
Except for my 11 y/o mover and shaker, who doesn't eat anything without lungs and feathers.
She had chicken-like vegetarian broth with bean thread. She would have preferred ramen noodles.
The girls are in the kitchen today trying to turn a pumpkin into a pumpkin pie. This is a very special pumpkin that grew high up in a spruce tree. My children who in previous years would be considered old enough to marry have to be told things like "remove the seeds."
I'll try to take a picture. I wish I had one of the tree decorated with pumpkins like giant Christmas lights.
Our resolutions: Papa wants to use his time more wisely and pray more. I want to pass the board exam. No.1 wants to learn to play another musical instrument. Little Din wants to (with our help and the teaching of a new song) use the potty.
And M&S has resolved to talk us into getting an alpaca.

And back to family poetry. Ten points for the person who can correctly quote what comes after this couplet:

Rex chewed the paraffin
And Revia didn't like it...

technodysfunciton

I spent most of the month trying to edit that first post. Can't be done, by me, anyway. I did a few other things too, racked up about 50 hours of CME, delivered some babies, arranged some transfers to the big house, it wasn't all wasted trying to do the impossible.
I also spent a lot of time trying to get a PDA working -so far it doesn't do anything but play solitaire, and it doesn't do that right. I need more time with dh who can do these things without turning purple.
Come to think of it I can't even make my cell phone work, and I have been e-mailing all my documents to Wayne to be printed. A couple of days ago he did one of those dimple-smiles that makes psychologists think your marriage is in trouble and downloaded the software so I can print directly off this computer. He carefully showed me the USB cable and the off/on switch. And where to do the paper. I'll still have to inconvenience him from time to time as his printer makes much sharper professional documents, but to tell the truth most of my printing is done because I can't figure out how to add notes to my documents without a pencil.
This isn't my worst confession, but probably the worst that fits under this headline.