What an interesting season this is turning out to be for me.
I read one of my stories to a wonderfully captive audience at a steak BBQ (you read that correctly!) in a town not too far from here yesterday. What an honour it is to be asked to share one's words with others. I never plan to "get over" that feeling. It is humbling and wondrous all at the same time.
My original holiday season plans have been scattered to the high winds so for now I have settled down with my beloved canine in my lovely little home on the bay.
I am continually astonished at the number of invitations that have come to my house via email, phonelines and snail mail.
One I will not miss is an invitation to a "Hash Party" on Boxing Day.
On the invitation itself, several definitions of the word were helpfully researched and offered:
"A large number of people gathered in small places to consume various types of hash and to reminisce, socialize and enjoy family and friends."
"A reworking of old and familiar material, food, music, relationships."
I can hardly wait.
PS And the "resin" definition was covered also, thanks!