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In health news, i now have yet another additional skin diagnosis, autoimmune and well correlated with existing diagnosis. I also have a clear plan. Well, clearish. Will write up and get confirmation, because memory and the instructions on box differ.

Bruno has crystals in his urine which could explain what seems to be increased urination outside the box. Having a barrier pad on the couch paid off this morning. X-ray next to look for kidney stones.

Yesterday dawned with Gulf warmth and humidity and ended with an arctic blast that dropped the temperature 20°F degrees and the dew point 35°F over the afternoon into evening. I dunno, it seemed more abrupt as it was happening, but now doesn't seem that remarkable. The low passed over us at 13:37, with the dew point (an absolute measure of the humidity independent of air temp) at 60°F at 13:12 and 25°F at 19:17 and hitting 16°F at 7:22 this morning. Temperatures fell, too, with a high of 62.6°F at 13:07, 40.8°F at 19:17, and a low of 24.9°F also at 7:22 this morning.

Taking today off to go with Christine on a visit to her sister A's in Mayberry/Mount Airy, riding up with sister D. This is fraught for Christine in part with the concern about bathroom stops and anti-trans politics, and her health condition about which she is not wanting to make clear to her sisters. Instead, there is abundant worry about A's health and D's grief. And how A doesn't recognize D's grief. And D's anger over how their brother L's widow is being treated by brother L's kids (which is both objectively problematic treatment, but probably compounded by D by her recent widowhood). And A wanting to ignore that and not talk about it at Christmas.

I had tea with my sister last night when i went to pick up my new scripts, gave her a big hug, and told her how thankful i was for our relationship. I am so very very very lucky in my relationship with L and do not take it for granted. Brother N is on his own planet, which is more intense now that his sons are at college and his wife and daughter have moved back to the states. I feel sad for him on one hand, but on the other -- well, i suspect that his regrets are going to be more of a headache to for L & I to negotiate as Dad gets older and passes, and we have to deal with the "family" home (note N never lived there). But L: i feel lucky we are both honest, open, and compassionate with each other.

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https://xkcd.com/3187/

1,300,000-1,400,000 ft: Ask a crew member to show you how to use the ISS food warmer.

https://xkcd.com/3187/

rebeccmeister

Some time ago I jumped on the trend of watching cleaning videos on the internet, but in my case particularly videos by a neurodivergent person who runs a cleaning business and who donates time and effort to helping out people with hoarding disorders where he can. What I appreciate most about the work is that it involves a sympathetic/empathetic approach, where the goal is to try and develop methods to help people that don't involve forcing things in ways that can potentiate trauma.

Anyway, one of the videos in particular is stuck in my mind, because as the cleaning person works he describes in voiceover some of the patterns he's observed when helping people with ADHD-related hoarding clear out the excess stuff they've accumulated. Specifically, the types of things he finds, over and over again, and what he thinks might be going on with them, such as:

-Jars full of sand or rocks or seashells: collected with the idea that the jar will help the person remember some special place or trip. These are usually unlabeled, and if they're being cleared out that means they didn't actually make it all the way to being put on display somehow.

-Ink pens, so many pens. This might be a "just in case" thing? Yes, much is centered around the possibility of an item, so if there's any possible way a thing might be useful, it is kept.

-Notebooks or journals, usually either blank or with 1-2 pages written on, the rest blank. Related to the excitement around resolving to do something new, to possibility. But then, a lack of follow-through, probably as possibility turns into overwhelm.

-Important stuff intermingled with random stuff - e.g. needed paperwork mixed in with junk mail - which happens with the idea that "I'll just go through this later," except "later" almost never arrives. And the unsorted paperwork tends to accumulate. Manuals, old bills, old programs, birthday cards, and more. I'm personally grateful to a DW blogger for help with how to set up a low-spoons filing system for the actually important paperwork.

-Baskets of loose change.

-Collections - except, they aren't displayed in any way, items are just stashed away in bags and boxes.

Anyway, I think about this video often when trying to organize my own stuff, when out shopping or somewhere where there might be an impulse to acquire a thing, and when visiting the family members and friends I know well enough that I can poke and prod their stuff. This trip, for instance, I've gone through and tested all of the markers, Sharpies, and pencils sitting organized at this desk in the basement, and thinned out the ones that no longer work. (I should note, my mom has been working on conscientiously paring down stuff in this house for very a long time now; she's not a hoarder but generally wants things that can be reused to get reused, and much of the stuff I go through is stuff my siblings and I abandoned at home when we moved away).

In 2026 in New York, I'll continue working on stuff and things in 3 different places: at home, at work, and at the boathouse. Work is probably the space with the most junk at the moment, but I swear there's a reason I have that bowl full of seashells in there.

rebeccmeister

1. When I was in REI, browsing through various cycling products, I was surprised to discover that yes, you can buy specifically-made cycling jorts, of all things:

News you can use?

2. The Westlake Center Bus Tunnel will forever be the Westlake Center Bus Tunnel, no matter how many light rail lines run through it. I hadn't realized that construction for the 2 Line is well underway.

3. Enroute to Pacific Fabrics, I walked past this door store. They had a huge sign painted that read, "Come on in, we'll gladly show you the doors!"

4. The front of the building where Pacific Fabrics is located is given over to Pacific Iron and Steel, where you can sell back scrap metal. The fabric store is around the corner, on the upper floor of the warehouse:

Here's a great example of some of the fun fabrics for sale:

rebeccmeister

My Aunt L's birthday is the day after Christmas, and she loves nothing more than a trip to the bowling alley for a good game. So, it's the one time of year I ever go bowling. There was a smaller group of us this year, so we just occupied two lanes.

One of our lanes, however, was clearly possessed. It kept stealing our bowling balls and refusing to give them back, even when we capitulated and used multiple different balls of the wrong weight. My Uncle D had to go back over to the counter 7-8 times to get them to send someone over to manually fix that.

Other entertaining moments included giving my Aunt D a copy of a zine I just made. I'll blog more about the zine soon. It's about ants.

My Uncle D had not just one but TWO occasions where he had a gutter ball bounce right back out of the gutter at the last moment and knock over some pins!!

Because our lane was possessed, at one point my Aunt D accidentally bowled while the gate was down, realizing her mistake only a few seconds after she'd released the ball. It was one of those slow-motion accidents, watching the ball travel all the way down to the pins at far end of the lane, where it smacked into the gate...and then slowly, slowly rolled all the way back to her, right down the middle of the lane. By the point it reached her we just laughed and laughed.

The people in the lane next to us had a couple young children bowling, so they had those gutter bumpers that will go up for just the young child, then retract so everyone else has to just cope with the emotions of a gutter ball. One time when it was the young child's turn, she bowled, and somehow managed to get the ball to bump up and OVER the gutter bumper, into the gutter! That was a first.

My Aunt L was very happy to have gone bowling, as usual. She's 75 at this point, so it's great she can still happily heft her bowling ball. She even got some beautiful new purple bowling shoes for Christmas this year.

elainegrey

Happy cooking things:

Bread pudding in a pumpkin: will do again.

Seared baby bok choi with potatoes and pre-cooked tofu made a nice lunch. (I've learned that pressing and then air frying slabs of tofu really creates a nice chewy texture).

Used hatch chili skins that i'd shoved in the freezer, ground up two very old dried-out okra, and coriander stems and seeds to make a broth. That plus left-over black beans from the freezer and some left over tomato paste made a very satisfying soup. House smelled lovely.

Realized we still had frozen Wellington from Thanksgiving, so not making that today. Caramelized onions and made quasi-duxelles from the fresh mushrooms and shoved in freezer for some other time.

Shallots and beet greens, first cooking the stems and shallots down, then adding the greens. Served over toast that i used to wipe up the caramelized onion pan with slivers of a nice sharp cheese (Sartori Merlot BellaVitano). Bliss.

Happy that that is net-less stuff in freezer, plus got fresh green things eaten or fixed before they went too sad.

I need to eat down the freezer so that when Christine has surgery on Jan 13, we can have comfort food for her in the fridge.

I carefully watched for a low stress time to give Christine more stress: i shared with her some observations about the things listed for her surgery appointment that point to some recovery aspects i knew she would find.... hard. She's coping OK. I am pretty sure the surgeon's description of recovered state was interpreted by Christine to apply to immediately post surgery, so it was a surprise. What is stressing me is the need to go to Ohio and the uncertainty about the recovery needs. I have a hard time believing that we could be scheduling the week of MLK day.

Today both Marlowe and Bruno did inappropriate urination. That stressed Christine lots. I got a laundry line set up in the back porch, under the ceiling fan, so hopefully this will ease some of the appliance demands.

( body/weight trigger warning )

rebeccmeister

At some point after I met

scrottie, he showed me his potato ricer and the special rolling pin he has for making lefse, that Norwegian specialty food. I'd heard a bit about lefse from another friend of mine with Norwegian heritage, but really didn't know much more than all that. Fast forward, and just about every year there's a period of eager anticipation for the arrival of a special package from his mother and sister, containing lefse.

Describing lefse is tricky.

( blah blah blah lefse lefse lefse )

rebeccmeister

Today's original itinerary and goals:

1. Post office, to mail myself a ream of paper and a big stack of outdated calendars (Priority box so I don't have to lug everything all over Portland), and to buy a big stack of stamps for a big pile of overdue holiday cards

2. University Bookstore for more red correcting pens (Pilot V-Ball Extra Fine, they work so well for me as a left-handed person).

3. Artist and Craftsman Supply, to replace two pens that are out of ink and hopefully find a good small notebook for sketch journaling.

4. REI, for replacement lightweight gloves and a replacement foam accordion seatpad (Z-rest, if you know what those are).

5. Uwajimaya to hunt for a specific type of Thai Tea.

6. Pacific Fabrics to hunt for some dress and trouser fabric, and to just generally nose around.

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How it went:

1. Got things shipped off fine! But then, the Postmaster said they have a grand total of 6 stamps left for sale, 5 of which are menorahs for Hanukkah. I've never been to the post office after they've completely run out of stamps before, I was amazed and said okay, never mind for now, save those stamps for someone else who might really need them. So the Stamp Quest must continue.

2. U Bookstore only had 4 red pens left, so I had to supplement with some purple ones, I'm sure my students will prefer the purple anyway. Also, I think they re-re-arranged, weren't the art and office supplies upstairs for a while? And now they're back downstairs? That whole section is still pretty depauperate compared to what it was historically, but at least it still exists.

3. Artist and Craftsman Supply delivered on all accounts, hooray! Love that place. I would like to give it all my money, every time.

4. The glove display at REI was a little overwhelming because it's winter and everyone wants all the giant long mittens for all the skiing. But I eventually figured out where they had the same Smartwool gloves as I'd gotten before, and I was able to compare them against something closely related with more wind-blocking capability, which let me conclude that out of the entire massive mitten and glove array, the ones I had were the ones I wanted still. So now the clock will start ticking again on an update to the palms and fingers.

No z-rest seat pads, anywhere. I did find some mostly nylon men's MTB shorts on sale, though, and I somehow managed to resist the urge to buy myself a Micro HydroFlask, even though I keep wanting something of that size to transport ~~booze~~ half and half for coffee. I didn't think it, YOU thought it.

I'll probably order both items once I am back in New York. I at least managed to avoid SOME packaging via all of today's errands. Let's just point out that if I'd ordered a ream of paper, it would have come packaged inside of a box, and that box would have been padded with even more paper, which is ridiculous. At least thanks to the post office trip, I could pad the paper with a stack of calendars.

5. Uwajimaya has less interesting selection than our local Asian grocery store in Albany, NY. So no, no sign of the tea I'm after. I'll probably wind up ordering it online, too (ChaTraMue Brand Extra Gold Original). I did buy some sriracha and cholula, because I managed to forget that my mom doesn't believe in hot pepper sauces, for unknown reasons.

6. Pacific Fabrics was a great way to cap things off. It's in SoDo (that's South of Downtown Seattle to the rest of you), upstairs from Pacific Iron and Metal, naturally (LOL). I got off the light rail and discovered that lo, there's a 'bertos in SoDo, wow. Who doesn't love cheap Mexican food? From the exterior of the building you'd never expect the bright and bustling space full of fabric inside. It gave off Original REI vibes (that's the REI before they built the flagship store, the one that had the REI Smell). LOVE it.

I wound up buying some fabrics that I may come to regret, with ambitions to make a dress and also some trousers from them. The fabrics are a linen/rayon blend and the people working there warned me the fabric will want to fray so I will need to plan accordingly. But they are extremely pretty and it's really hard to feel the fabrics when shopping online, so I went for it.

While I was there I was also glad to have a chance to feel the ripstop they had in stock. I didn't buy any, because it was the wrong color, but now I'm more confident about some upcoming ripstop shopping (pack and pannier covers). And otherwise, it's just really nice to know that anytime I'm back in Seattle there's a good fabric store that's worth the trek and right near a light rail stop to boot.

I think I wound up walking around 5-6 miles altogether, along with various transiting, which is so much more than I regularly walk in New York, because most of the time in NY I'm on my bike if I'm trying to go somewhere. This would have been a terrible expedition to carry out by bike, however, most especially because it looks like they're ripping up Eastlake now to add more streetcar tracks. Oh, I'm wrong, they're just putting in more Fancy Bus, which is probably just as well. Based on our experiences with the 70 last fall, the Fancy Bus is very much needed to accommodate the throngs of people wanting to take that line.

I have some entertaining photos to share, too, but that will have to be a separate post.

elainegrey

We had a pleasant holiday. I am very thankful for my relationship with my sister. We had a long phone call before our households woke, and a walk together later in the day. I am well aware how special our relationship is. Christine and i also joined her family and my Dad for gift exchanges, Swedish pancakes and (Norwegian -- from her husband's side) Sandbakkels (lovely sugar cookies baked into domes). I'll just note Mom didn't go all Swedish heritage until after i was in college, so only a few things i remember from my born-to-Swedish-parents great aunts and grandmother hint to their Swedish heritage. They were encouraged to assimilate.

Yesterday we took Bruno to the vet to find out whether there's an infection or similar causing his urination. It's probably psychological, and we have gone all in on Feliway, which seems to be the general advice. We'll try a little kitty prozac. I occasionally try to sedate Marlowe with gabapentin (days i won't spend working in the same room with Bruno). Sometimes it works but most of the time it doesn't. Wish i knew what would make that reliable, so we could expose them to each other without Marlowe going all special forces on Bruno. Carrie Dog had a panic attack Friday morning. Poor pups. I did feel a bit like this is the household of misfit beings, yesterday morning, but we can be a refuge for these beings and ourselves.

For Yule Christine has given me a maslin pan, which is the answer to the question: what type pot is wide enough to get all the jam and jelly to the right temperature while also not boiling over? Deep stock pots are not the answer. After reading rhapsodic accounts of jelly made in 100% copper pans, then reading why it's safe -- high sugar content buffers the acids in fruits -- i chose the more practical stainless steel. That should make jelly, jam, and fig leather prep next year more pleasurable.

I managed to pass on some Frankoma Plainsman green dishes to my sister, who missed out on the 70s overdose of avocado green. I knocked the handle off one of my Pfaltzcraft Heritage Christmas mugs as i got them out for the first time since, i dunno, pre pandemic? Pre Mom's stroke? I think it will glue back OK. I am trying to decided if i should just ditch it. I also broke a ramekin (and thinking back a broke a 4 oz jelly jar).

Meanwhile, time passes. Myself and all around me slowly giving over to entropy.

ranunculus

From Red Barn Stream

ranunculus

I've made a start on the paperwork on my "desk". The bills are paid and details entered.
10 minutes ago it was dark and pouring rain so hard we couldn't see the nearby hills. Heck, even the other side of the circle, 125 feet away was a bit misty. Now the sun is shining. Apparently we will have a few dry days before the next storm moves in which will be nice.
Edit: the above was written a couple of hours ago. It has been a beautiful day since then.
We went down the hill to town for a few minutes, mailed my letters and got some food. On the way down I touched up the road a bit more. Mostly things are looking very good and no flooding. My clearing out of the culvert area has worked very well, water is barreling through, and I hope it is carving the channel on the downhill side out a bit. Lots of robins chattering away in the tall trees down around the culvert. A red shouldered hawk is hanging out near the house. Dark Eyed Junco's are sitting on my amaranth plants eating the seeds.
The greenhouse has a small window in the roof. It is perfect for getting airflow moving through when it is warm or hot. The kit comes with an automatic opener/closer which I did not install because it gets both too hot and too cold here for it to work. In our high winds the last few days that little window blew off. Yesterday I was able to get it back in place and install a hook so it couldn't open. The wood on the hinge is still broken, but it is doing a good job of keeping in the heat.
M just brought me a little bowl with pieces of Lively pepper that we picked from the garden yesterday. It is really good. I have no idea how those pepper plants have survived.

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Building Inspectors HATE This One Weird Trick

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rebeccmeister

When I arrived at my mom's house, I immediately noticed that a prominent feature is missing from the kitchen:

That hole used to contain a microwave that S and I helped to install maybe a decade ago, after its predecessor died and went home to Jesus. Would this mean I'd be conscripted into another microwave adventure?

Later on, I noticed the microwave itself was sitting in my mother's bedroom. It turns out that she found someone who would repair the existing one (for a price, naturally). So that will get done on Saturday, whew.

On Christmas morning my sister discovered that she hadn't packed along any shirts, so this is how she appeared in the morning:

Dressed in her modern-medieval finery. She says those sleeves are highly impractical, constantly trying to drape themselves in the soup and whatnot. She also has questions regarding the medieval use of synthetic fabrics that aren't particularly comfortable. Minor nuisances that will get worked out over time, I imagine.

It was a fairly quiet morning, which is totally fine. After some breakfast and opening of presents, we went for a walk in the Arboretum. Seattle had a rainy Christmas.

But that's probably partly why Seattle's air tastes SO GOOD.

My Aunt L got some nice new Seahawks gear for Christmas, plus this intricate and colorful cat puzzle that she's putting together along with family friend R.

Today the festivities will continue with the annual bowling birthday party celebration for Aunt L.

I'm in one of those states where I still feel like I need to gather my wits about me, but it's hard to know where to start. I'm skeptical that I will ever actually manage to succeed on that front.

So in the meantime, back to working on holiday cards, I suppose.

rebeccmeister

After that one year where the big Lake Effect Snow + Southwest Airlines meltdown caused me to lose a week of time with family in Minnesota, every holiday season I'm just relieved if the planes actually go where they're supposed to.

Yesterday's flights wound up being kind of interesting, mostly in that a friend and I discovered at the last minute that we were on the same initial flight to Las Vegas! It was really nice to have the company of her family in the airport while we waited (not to mention, great to carpool with them to the airport). And then, I wound up arriving in SeaTac at almost the exact same time as

sytharin and

slydevil, so we had each others' company for the light rail trip home. By that point it was nearly midnight in Seattle and I'd been up since 5 am EST, so I can't claim I was particularly GOOD company on the train, heh.

And now, Seattle, and the house I grew up in, with all its artefacts, old and new. Lots of things to think about.

I miss the cats already.

ranunculus

I spent the whole day fixing up the road from last night's 2 inches of rain. Lots of digging out ditches for the first two hours and then three hours of work on the culvert near the main gate. Dad put the 30" (?, it is big) culvert in around 1965. At that time the neighbor took a bulldozer into the creek and cleaned out all of the vegetation. No one would be allowed to do that these days, but back then no one noticed. As time went by willow, blackberry and cottonwood trees grew up, dramatically slowing the flow of water below the culvert. Above the culvert silt slowly began building up. And up. Then the willow and cottonwoods started to fall. They weren't sick, they were just old. That blocked the exit of the culvert where even more silt built up. About eight years ago I realized there was a crisis with the culvert. Water had to first go down to reach the culvert, then up on the other side to exit. Donald and I spent two days fighting our way down into the stream with a chainsaw and clearing out dead wood. It helped, some. Since then I've been down there several times, each time clearing more. Today I mostly cleared willow that had regrown into the creek, once again making it impassable. Last week a huge very dead old cottonwood finally fell on the road right over the culvert. We have been watching that tree just waiting for a windstorm to jiggle it a little.
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ranunculus

Yesterday's trip up Red Barn Creek to work on trail maintenance was lovely. Kinda wet, but lovely.
You may remember that I went off with some of the folks from the Grace Hudson Museum ( https://www.gracehudsonmuseum.org/ ) to pick Dogbane, sometimes called Indian Hemp. At the time I didn't post a picture of the plant. Here is a clump of Dogbane growing -in- the creek. There is a small green bit of grass coming up through the clump. This is the right time to harvest these plants, the stems will need to dry before use, but the plant is dormant.

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ranunculus

Here is a holiday recipe for you!
This fruitcake is incredibly rich and yummy. I got it from my Mom, who undoubtedly clipped it out of a newspaper or farm magazine. I note that it is up on Cooks.com these days.

California Fruitcake

3/4 Cup Flour We always used all purpose white flour.
1/4 tsp Baking Powder
1/4 tsp Soda
1 tsp Salt
3/4 Cup Brown Sugar Pack tightly into measuring cup.
1 1/2 Lbs Pitted Dates Mom used brown Medjool Dates common to Calif. I like to cut them in half.
1 1/2 to 2 Cup Dried Apricots Cut into halves or quarters. Pack tightly in measuring cup.
3 Cup Nut Meats (Walnut halves) in large pieces.
3 Eggs
1 tsp Vanilla

Mix all dry ingredients.
Add to fruit, coat fruit thoroughly with flour mix.
Beat eggs until foamy, add vanilla.
Pour Egg mix over dry ingredients & fruit. Gently stir in.
Line loaf pan (bread loaf pan) with wax paper or parchment paper.
Pack pan with mix.
Bake at 300 degrees 1 hour and 20 min.
Put small pan of water in oven with the fruitcakes while baking to help keep it moist.
When cool, wrap with tinfoil and store in a dark cool place for 4 to 6 weeks to blend flavors. Or eat immediately.
Storing give a much richer flavor. We tried it soaked in rum once, and never again. The flavors of this fruitcake are so rich that the alcohol dulled and muddied the taste.

rebeccmeister

Today has mostly been wrap-up / prep tasks at work: get more cricket paper ready, water the ants, feed the horseshoe crab, et cetera.

At one point while I was in high school, a big exhibit about Leonardo DaVinci's notebooks toured our town. I mostly recall that we had several events at school ahead of going to visit the exhibit, to somehow prepare us for it all. I mean, I guess otherwise we would have just looked at the pages and not really known what to make of them. As it stood, my memory is that I looked at the pages and didn't really know what to make of them. I mean, I understand that they have interesting elements to them, what with the writing everything backwards and the intriguing notions about how things work and about contraptions. But, then what?

Can you imagine being someone whose notebooks became so famous after death?

Anything I've ever written down has been scattered across such a wide range of different notebooks that there's no coherence to any of them, really, nor am I any sort of Renaissance artistic genius, heh. I mean, the most coherent ones are the lab notebooks, because I *do* try and uphold certain standards with those.

But is anyone going to try and read any of those? No, they are not. What's the point?

It's hard to remember sometimes that historically, access to paper and writing implements was quite limited.

Anyway, I should go home early and work on packing. FWIW I'm headed to the Seattle area for about a week, then to Portland for a conference.

ranunculus

The river came up and did a little of very half hearted flooding yesterday, mostly it just ran bank full. Today it didn't rain till well after dark. Tomorrow's forecast is for 1.25 inches, enough to bring the river right back up again, but I doubt the flooding will be bad here very close to the headwaters of our Russian River.

The cows wandered into the horse pasture yesterday evening, prompting Donald and I to go out, cut a tree and a limb off the fence (they were fairly small) and get the fence working. My it is nice to have repaired the wire under the road! It makes the whole system work better. The meter says it is carrying 8 jewels, which is enough to make you really, really, really wish you had never touched the wire. Speaking of he cows, they seem calm and happy so whatever was scaring them either isn't there any more or isn't in this pasture. Since there really is no boundary except a wire fence (with the gate open) I hope that whatever it was has moved on. Donald and I walked from the top to the bottom of Jungle Pasture today and saw nothing out of the ordinary. No tracks even.

Due to the forecast of flooding and holiday traffic I took Donald to the Smart Train today. Tomorrow there might be flooding and it will be raining. Today it was a pretty nice drive.

Tomorrow. Chores around the house, replace light fixture at the Red Barn.

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