The Fredösphere

Some old, dear friends visited us and had dinner.  They live out out west now, so we get to see them only rarely.  They have family in the state, so a Christmastime visit from them has become a tradition.

Tonight we repeated something that we did last year, and I think it too will now become a tradition -- something to be performed annually until it ceases to have meaning of itself, yet retains deep significance for the memories it stirs, and for its power to weave together dispersed points in time, until those moments become strong binding cords, part of the rich tapestry which is the fabric of our lives.

We downloaded the Infamous Exploding Whale Video.