Meanwhile, the house still smells strongly of scorched food. My sister gave us a steamer bucket that was delivered yesterday. The water boiled off far faster than the instructions implied. Christine was triggered by the idea of crab -- the killing of the creatures -- so i did as i did so often with Dungeness crab in California and picked through the exoskeleton to harvest the meat, to eat it in some dish where meat would be separate from dismemberment. I wonder about the wisdom of giving such to Mom & Dad: i hope the delight and the memories over weigh the mess and the fuss for them. Dad will have to do all the work to help Mom eat. On the other hand, this sort of seafood was a joy for my parents.
I don't find augury to be meaningful, but the temptation to wonder about what such a smoke scented New Year's day presages. (On the other hand, i can't remember new years 2020 at all.)