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rinueEvery year, Dad makes a video of our family opening Christmas presents. Every year, my sister REL says it is stupid and that we never watch any of them.
This year, Ciro and I have pre-emptively watched some of them so as to be able to call her bluff. We're jumping around in time; so far, we've watched 1991 (possibly actually 1992; have to check school photos that document my haircuts) and 1983.
1991
REL: very concerned with fairness and whether she and I get the same number of presents.
Dad: good use of tripod.
Mom: fabulous black dress, interested in telling us a story about Mozart and Salsburg, which we are not interested in hearing.
Me: trying to never look at the camera, annoyed that someone (unspecified) gave me a bar of soap.
Uncle Rex: Cosby sweater.
my cousin Max (toddler): cowboy belt that includes a lariat.
Tape also includes: piano recital
1983
Maul (my grandmother): Looking fierce.
Baby Scarlett: terminally frowny, loved by toddler me.
Aunt Shannon: in post-collegiate dancer shape, not married to Richard.
Kerry (cousin): extremely skinny, awkwardly preteen in a room of adults and babies.
Great Aunt Pat: not present even though she lived down the street, because she rarely left her room.
Mamaw (great grandmother): present as usual.
Tape also includes: trip to the Dallas zoo, my third birthday in which I pretend to be Robin (from Batman) and Scarlett has chocolate for the first time, and the "El Burrito Says He Haw" song from vacation bible school (where I am pretty sure the kid a couple of kids stage left of me is 4-year-old Val)
At present, I my lungs are full of phlegm and I get winded going up the stairs. Or bending over. But my voice is unaffected, so I am still working. I'm just taking more breaths to do it.
This year, Ciro and I have pre-emptively watched some of them so as to be able to call her bluff. We're jumping around in time; so far, we've watched 1991 (possibly actually 1992; have to check school photos that document my haircuts) and 1983.
1991
REL: very concerned with fairness and whether she and I get the same number of presents.
Dad: good use of tripod.
Mom: fabulous black dress, interested in telling us a story about Mozart and Salsburg, which we are not interested in hearing.
Me: trying to never look at the camera, annoyed that someone (unspecified) gave me a bar of soap.
Uncle Rex: Cosby sweater.
my cousin Max (toddler): cowboy belt that includes a lariat.
Tape also includes: piano recital
1983
Maul (my grandmother): Looking fierce.
Baby Scarlett: terminally frowny, loved by toddler me.
Aunt Shannon: in post-collegiate dancer shape, not married to Richard.
Kerry (cousin): extremely skinny, awkwardly preteen in a room of adults and babies.
Great Aunt Pat: not present even though she lived down the street, because she rarely left her room.
Mamaw (great grandmother): present as usual.
Tape also includes: trip to the Dallas zoo, my third birthday in which I pretend to be Robin (from Batman) and Scarlett has chocolate for the first time, and the "El Burrito Says He Haw" song from vacation bible school (where I am pretty sure the kid a couple of kids stage left of me is 4-year-old Val)
At present, I my lungs are full of phlegm and I get winded going up the stairs. Or bending over. But my voice is unaffected, so I am still working. I'm just taking more breaths to do it.
