I Survived Year One as an Auntie!

Sky turned one today and we held a party. The party largely celebrated the adults surviving the first year of her life. To that end, the birthday cake said "Happy Birthday Sky" on the top, but something along the lines of "Go Red House Adults" on the side.

I also began rewatching season one of Buffy--one of my birthday presents from a couple weeks ago--during my babysitting shifts today. Great fun. I always marvel at just how cheesy it was in the beginning...and yet, at the same time, I have to marvel at how decent it was with good likable characters and cute witty dialogue right from the beginning even if some of the special effects are a bit laughable now and some of the pacing drags compared to later stuff. And I think Season One had one of the best Big Bads. The Master was classic. He had the niceties and polished language of Season Three's mayor baddie with the evil look of the Season Seven ubervamps.

We've also been having "winter faerie" presents at Red House, a non-religious excuse for holiday fun and tiny little gifts. The winter faerie commissioned me to write a few poems for people for their gifts and it has been challenging but great fun to stoke up the poetic fires again. I used to write poetry prolifically and compulsively back in junior high, but not much since. I took a poetry writing class in college that was fun and produced a few decent pieces. But it's been some time since I had to sit down and write something on a given topic with a deadline. It's been good though, and the two recipients seemed pleased with the results which is the real heart warming part.