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(Today, Christmas Day, was very cold indeed—below zero last night, and only 10 above when I left for the hospital this noon. I warmed up the car first, as I’d done yesterday. Jane was doing well. No hydro this morning. In 330 I found presents from the Bumbalos for both of us. Georgia made Jane a beautiful wool small-size covering or blanket. Peg and Bill Gallagher visited Jane at 11:00 last night, sneaking in through the emergency exit, Jane said, and left presents, including wine, for us. I didn’t expect presents from anybody, and so hadn’t planned to get anything for others beside Jane. Jane and I exchanged our own gifts—candy for her, designer jeans—black and gray—for me [to my great surprise].

(Margaret Bumbalo gave Jane a colored-glass butterfly of yellow and blue-stained glass, opened flat for a wall decoration, and fastened by a suction cup. At first I thought it quite a useless gift, even if beautiful. But when I awoke to the fact that I could fasten it to a window pane via the suction cup, it was transformed somehow into a perfectly valid, evocative decoration of nature. And it was a lesson for me. “I’d have never thought of buying something like that for a gift,” I told Jane.

(But while we were eating those portions, another new development in Jane’s progress occurred —and an important one. She suddenly asked me to lay the paper dish holding the cake on her lap, and to give her the spoon. She then proceeded to feed herself—awkwardly, it’s true, and with her left hand—but she managed to carry it through, to my complete surprise. She was very pleased at the accomplishment. She said she’d asked mentally that she have some new development to show me on Christmas Day.

(She was also having an occasional spasm during the afternoon’s activities. Georgia got us some ice and we each had a glass of the wine the Gallaghers had left.

(Jane’s right foot, the big toe area on the underside, had been bothering her off and on all afternoon, as though it was getting ready to become more active. She did want to have a session. or “do something” this afternoon, even if it was a holiday. So did I.

(Seth’s voice was good, his delivery fast, so that I really had to write quickly in order to keep up.)

Ruburt wanted to surprise you with a new physical accomplishment, or motion. He did not specify anything in particular, and so left open the doorway so that his creative intelligence could choose unimpeded by too much conscious coloring—hence his first excellent attempt at holding a plate and feeding himself, even if the plate was a paper one.

(4:41 PM. It was almost time to turn Jane on her side, but first I read the session to her. When I did turn her, I massaged her with Oil of Olay, then went out to run up the car. It was very cold once more, but the car started okay. I left behind in 330 two complete trays for Christmas dinner. Jane had eaten so much through the afternoon that she wasn’t really hungry. I wasn’t too ravenous myself, so I took a nap until 5:45, and we began eating a little before 6:00.