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([personal profile] bitterlawngnome Dec. 25th, 2025 01:28 pm)
Happy Christmas if you're celebrating!

The first orchid pictured here, the Calypso, gave me one of the best "miracles" of the year. Despite having lived in their native range my entire life, I'd never seen them - they won't grow on disturbed soil, that is, anywhere that's been logged - and where they *do* grow, people pick them (don't get me started). But in one wonderful trip with the fam to Pemberton, BC, they were growing plentifully in an accessible location. It's like meeting a phoenix or a dragon, to me.

a tiny orchid photographed up close - five petals and sepals rise from the top of the flower, all red violet with deeper stripes of the same colour; the labellum tc below are white with maroom spots; the BG is blury leaves
Calypso bulbosa
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as above but with the leaves of some other plant in the composition
Calypso bulbosa 9348
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A very exotic looking paph with an upright and a down-pointing petal.sepal, gold striped with deep red; the lateral sepals/petals dotted instead of stiped, hirsute; the labellum a more subdued version o fthe same colours
Paphiopedilum 'Saint Swithin' (P. philippinense x P. rothschildianum) 6434
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as the above, but the verticals are white striped green, the laterals green spotted red, and the labellum veined red
Paphiopedilum sukhakulii 4832
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a profile of the bloom, with icy green sepals and petals with a splash of red-violet at the throat, labellum and column deep violet and yellow, some roots in the BG
Phalaenopsis bellina fma coerulea 0634
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as above
Phalaenopsis bellina fma coerulea 0858.
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This Phrag is the first of the genus I've ever managed to bloom. I killed several of them by overfertilizing - they want weak fertilizer and between fertilizings they must be flushed through with plain water to avoid any sort of salt buildup. Otherwise they start to die back from the leaf tips.

Labellum inflated, very round, pink on the outside, white on the inside, psotted pink; the uproight and lateral petals/sepals white washed with the same pink
Phragmipedium 'Ecuagenera Dream' (P. Sedenii × P. kovachii, Ecuagenera 2017) 0613
©Bill Pusztai 2025



as above
Phragmipedium 'Ecuagenera Dream' (P. Sedenii x P. kovachii, Ecuagenera 2017) 8801
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([personal profile] cosmolinguist Dec. 25th, 2025 06:48 pm)

My alarm went off this morning (only at ten, but I needed it) to make sure I was up in time to walk Teddy before his humans were away for their Christmas lunch.

I thought I was the first person to make it downatairs this morning but while I was just getting to the bottom of the stairs I was already greeted by [personal profile] angelofthenorth already in her usual comfy chair saying "Merry Christmas! Do you want some bucks fizz?" (Which is basically a pre-made mimosa. Luckily I'd been reminded of this recently by being offered it after the ceremony at the wedding we were at a few weeks ago; I'd been able to ask D then to remind me what it is.)

It's a lovely Christmas morning: chilly but not cold, usually pretty sunny, and dry.

It had been a week or so since Teddy and I had seen each other so we were both very excited to do so again.

On our walk, we saw a young probably-dad-type person heading to the recycling bin in front of his house with an armful of cardboard, the boxes already broken down. We grinned a greeting at each other.

A few houses down, a woman in pajamas and a big scarf was just trying to nip out to her car in front of the house, but since Teddy wants to say hello to everyone (human or dog) and assumes every human wants to pet him, so I couldn't drag him past her before she gave in and ruffled his ears and said "Merry Christmas" to me.

As we were leaving the park, I noticed we'd just been joined by two kids with the kind of lightsabers that make the noise when you hit them against each other, and a little scotty dog that I know is called Biscuit because they were getting told off/called over when they were ignoring the humans to say hello to Teddy.

I got home, opening the door to the lovely smells of [personal profile] angelofthenorth already well into the process of cooking our amazing Christmas dinner.

([syndicated profile] koonj_feed Dec. 25th, 2025 05:52 pm)

Posted by Shabana Mir

Spending time with an aging parent is punctuated by recurrent stabs of pain. Because you’re made constantly aware of how your mother used to be, and how changed she is. Every time she forgets, or limps, or you catch her gazing at you sadly, you are suddenly shocked by how much has been lost.

It’s not just me: she also has “past me” in her vision. She often doesn’t quite recall that I am now in my late 50s. When I’m with her, she frequently is reminded of how I have chronic conditions, and is upset by these reminders. We missed a lot of time together.

So I stay upbeat to spare her pain. She says I bring raunaq to the home. Liveliness. I am jokester, for sure: I put up a show for people. Now especially, I allow no melancholy to seep into my time with her. I am diligently upbeat. Though I am naturally melancholy, I force myself to be cheerful all day.

When the sun is shining brightly, and I’m reading Qur’an outside by the orange tree, and the birds are singing, it’s easier to be cheerful. When the light dims, it’s harder.

It doesn’t help that I don’t have my routine. My stuff. My cereal and oatmilk. My couch. My TV shows.

I haven’t watched any of my usual shows since I left Chicago. I don’t even eat my usual food. My body is confused: when I try to enjoy a treat like some Skittles or Starburst – my mouth doesn’t enjoy them. I force them down, and it doesn’t work. I eat only home food and boiled water but traveler’s diarrhea continues. My body and mind and heart are between my different lives.

I almost chickened out and thought, maybe I should return early. After all, my family misses me (I think?) Thank God for a friend who reminded me to hold it. To stay the course. To drink in the love even if it comes with pain.

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([personal profile] susandennis Dec. 25th, 2025 07:46 am)
I'm sitting here at my table looking out across the trees (I'm on a hill). It's darker than usual today, not light enough yet to see if it's clouds causing the dark but I suspect it is. Thank you, clouds. I love these dark mornings so much. The other night the little chirpy weather girl (still many years away from being a woman) said that this was the longest day of the year and soon we'd have 18 hours of daylight. Shut Up, Bitch. I know she's not wrong but does she have to throw it in my face???

Oh turns out to be clouds and fog. A double gift.

The cats got up before I did and were quite interested in breakfast, ate a bunch of it, and are now back in their closet fast asleep.

I think I'm going to suit up and go for a swim and then come home and enjoy the rest of the day. I have plenty to keep me amused. I have food aplenty. No need for any peopling. A very lovely Christmas.

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([syndicated profile] cakewrecks_feed Dec. 25th, 2025 02:00 pm)

Posted by Jen

OK, team, let's see some holiday spirit!!

*ahem*

[waving pom-poms]
Give me an R!

"R!"

 

Give me an H!

"H!"

 

Give me an A!

"A!"

 

Give me an S!

"S!"

 

What's that spell?!

"MERRY X-MERRY!"

[hip sashay]
Uh-huh, uh-huh, UH-HUH!

 

Now gimme a G!

"G!"

 

Throw it back in!

"N!
"Wait, we mean G!"

 

Got any extra Ls?

"YUP!"

 

Now just go nuts!

"Ecky ecky ecky pakang ZOOM boing erumferzerserestibleser... "
[trails off into confused mumbles]

[forward somersault into full leg split]

WAHOOO!!
Go marry, Go marry! Go! Go! Go marry!

[collapses into chair]

Ok, gang, take five.

I think my eyes are bleeding.

Well, no matter HOW you spell it, have a Merry Christmas, everyone!

 

Thanks to Abby, Jennifer S., Susan R., Christopher F., Kerri P., Catherine P., Jessica F., Kae B., Mel A., and George for spelling it out for us.

*****

P.S. I just bought another pair of these sleep headphones, so time for another shout-out!

Bluetooth Sleep Headphones

I have the kind of insomnia old-timey bards would write songs about, so I listen to boring audio books on these every night to keep my brain from spinning out of control. Lately I've been wearing them like a sleep mask - like the model here - and WOW, that's helped even more than when I wore them like a headband! These things have been a life saver: comfy enough for side sleeping, not too loud like some of my old speakers, and they only cost $20. Plus my original pair lasted a good 2 years before one of the wires went loose.

Please note that these do run on the big side, but that works out great if you have a big head like me. :D

*****

And from my other blog, Epbot:

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([personal profile] oursin Dec. 25th, 2025 12:15 pm)
Happy birthday, [personal profile] m31andy!
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([personal profile] adore Dec. 25th, 2025 05:12 pm)
Hung out with my friend Nikki today! We met for the first time at a get-together for polerinas that my instructor put together. And we were comfortable with each other right away. Today, she had the day off for Christmas. We had lunch at a cafe, a hummus platter and a vegan banana walnut cake. She has similar gut issues as I do so we enjoy ordering food together; neither of us feels like we're making the other person miss out on something else they'd rather eat.

Afterwards, we went to the library. I finished reading the book I'd borrowed, and she browsed for a while before picking out a pile of books and then flipping through them to decide what she wanted to borrow. I borrowed Butter by Asako Yuzuki, and it's the specific edition that I'd been eyeing in Shelfish ever since I worked there and wasn't allowed to read the books. (You know, when you're not allowed to do something you want to doubly do it.) Is the fact that the library had it a Sign? Anything's a sign if you want to give it significance. I'm healing, so it's a Sign.

Nikki had wanted to go to Spinebreaker or Shelfish initially. I told her that both places had traumatised me and that it was a long story. She thought I was joking at first, but I didn't want to go into the whole history of both places and why I wasn't welcome at either. I told her that it was awkward telling people that I was traumatised by bookstores because, when I tell them I was traumatised by school for instance, they instinctively understand, but when I say I was traumatised by bookstores, they think I must be joking.

The part I didn't tell her is that when people react like this, it feels like they're laughing at what I experienced or trivialising my hurt, even though they mostly don't know enough to react aptly in the first place. It's just such a difficult thing to talk to people about that I wish it never came up in the first place. The emotional labour of explaining it and making them understand the impact it had on me just sucks, as a process. For a while, I've been thinking that they can't understand me as a person without knowing this about me, but maybe this isn't as big a part of my self as all that. At one point it defined everything about the way I was, but thankfully that time is behind me. As the heroine of the manhwa Not Your Typical Reincarnation Story says, people heal with time and people are more resilient than they think.
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([personal profile] 22degreehalo posting in [community profile] fancake Dec. 25th, 2025 09:23 pm)
Fandom: Metal Gear Solid
Pairings/Characters: Snake/Otacon
Rating: G
Length: 13,779 (1:33:04)
Creator Links: [archiveofourown.org profile] thelonebamf
Theme: Amnesty, Ambiguous Relationships, Angst (With A Happy Ending), Hurt/Comfort, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Trauma & Recovery, Pre-Canon

Summary: Snake returns from Operation N313, lauded a hero and finds the latest shipment of Foxhound recruits already at the camp. Still struggling to sort out his thoughts about the mission, he finds his attention drawn to one rookie in particular, a scrawny, unassuming runt who can't seem to stay out of trouble.

Reccer's Notes: This just works so damn well as an alternate first meeting for these two! It's such a dismal, pessimistic setting - as expected with this canon - but the way these two forge a connection, finding some degree of comfort and caring and hope - makes me really emotional! And I love the use of the book, as well! (Also somehow even though I always knew the Hal connection to 2001: A Space Odyssey I never noticed how Dave fits in to it, too?! 🤦)

Fanwork Links: Rat in a Foxhole [podfic], Rat in a Foxhole
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([personal profile] antisoppist Dec. 25th, 2025 10:44 am)
Unexpected bonus Christmas extract from Son who doesn't really do fiction.

After an hour's rest, they struggled on until noon. The tents were pitched and supper was issued: cold seal steak and tea - nothing more.

On the same night exactly one year before, after a festive dinner on board the Endurance, Greenstreet had written in his diary: 'Here endeth another Christmas Day. I wonder how and under what circumstances our next one will be spent.' That night he failed to even mention what day it was. And Shackleton recorded briefly all that really needed to be said: 'Curions Christmas. Thoughts of home.'


Wishing you all a happier time than being stuck in Antarctica, whether or not you celebrate Christmas.
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