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November 2, 2007|Posted in: Uncategorized

I’m on my way to bed, having spent the evening printing, wrapping and baking for Saturday. Big news today was the death of a local teen who was killed in the park last night after trick or treat — the same park where I dropped my daughter to meet friends for trick or treat. The same place we go every Friday for softball. It’s too close to the bone, for all of us.

Last night, another late night getting ready — and a busy day today. 36 hrs to go. Lots to do tomorrow but we may just make it. We may.

Tomorrow — printing, photocopies, set up exhibits of Jane Austen and stamps, take raffle stuff over, etc. I also have to do goody bags. I’m pooped. Sciatica is screaming. Hope I’m still standing by the end of Saturday. It won’t matter. I can drink beer or wine or whatever — agua — on my back. Or on one elbow. Pizza and cocktails at my place afterward. Unless I’m too tired, and then I’ll just snarl and throw everyone out.

But today! I was officially back at the Alameda Sun today and huzzah, what fun it was to be there. And I started my NaNo novel today (see Nano blog to read it as it unfolds — 1500+ words a day for a month, a novel at the end of November. And today I started another book, my Year with the Saints. See that blog for a spiritual trek through the wilderness of my mind. I’ll be traveling for a year, blogging daily, on a pilgrimage. Where I’ll be at the end, I have no idea. A year ago I wouldn;t have guessed myself back at the Sun, writing two or three or four books and married to Patrick. And yet — here I am.

I want to say more but too many words have already flowed out of my brain today. So amen to all, and to all a gooooonite.

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Julia Park Tracey is an award-winning journalist, author, and blogger. She is the author of "Veronika Layne Gets the Scoop" and "Veronika Layne Has a Nose for News" (rep'd by Booktrope). She is the Poet Laureate of Alameda, California. She's also the conservatrix of The Doris Diaries, the diaries of her great-aunt Doris Bailey Murphy. Her articles have appeared in Thrillist, Quill, Paste, San Francisco Chronicle, and in many magazines; her latest poetry appears in The East Bay Literary review.

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    mamagotcha
    November 6, 2007

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    No comments open on the Saints blog? How come?

    I just wanted to share this little tidbit from stagewrite.com about the origins of candy canes: “In the late 1800’s a candy maker in Indiana wanted to express the meaning of Christmas through a symbol made of candy. He came up with the idea of bending one of his white candy sticks into the shape of a Candy Cane. He incorporated several symbols of Christ’s love and sacrifice through the Candy Cane. First, he used a plain white peppermint stick. The color white symbolizes the purity and sinless nature of Jesus. Next, he added three small stripes to symbolize the pain inflicted upon Jesus before His death on the cross. There are three of them to represent the Holy Trinity. He added a bold stripe to represent the blood Jesus shed for mankind. When looked at with the crook on top, it looks like a shepherd’s staff because Jesus is the shepherd of man. If you turn it upside down, it becomes the letter J symbolizing the first letter in Jesus’ name. The candy maker made these candy canes for Christmas, so everyone would remember what Christmas is all about.”

    Hope the weekend went great, can’t wait to hear all about it!

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