Merry Christmas to everyone.

The Open Source Speech Recognition Initiative is on vacation until after the new year.
However, just let you know what's going on, I have revised the bylaws once again, but have made no substantial changes.
My next step will be to apply for a pro bono attorney to help us get incorporated. Getting an attorney is going to be harder than actually incorporating, but I've been propagandized about the importance of having a good attorney contact.
The next step will be preparing the federal tax exemption paperwork, but the work of OSSRI can go forward without that.
In the meantime, right after the new year, I will be introducing all the directors to each other and we can have our first informal meeting via e-mail, or via this blogspot. I can give everybody editorial permission on the blogspot and that way we will have all our meeting minutes in the same place.

Everything came to skidding halt as Christmas has approached. Mark and I are spending Christmas this year with my mother up in New London, New Hampshire. My mother lives next to my aunt Cathy, who lives in a big, white, New England farmhouse that has been in my family for over 100 years.
It sounds lovely, and it's not bad to spend Christmas in, but the house has never had much work done on it, and is falling apart.
The family farm itself was originally only about 25 acres, and never supported our family. My great-grandfather was a blacksmith, and my grandfather ran a taxi service that he turned into a small regional bus company. The children took care of the animals, which included a milk cow, a few sheep, goats, chickens and a duck. Grandmamma took care of the vegetable garden, did the canning, braided the rugs, and whatnot.
The crop land has since been turned into an eight-unit housing development, pasturage for three horses, and then the rest has just gone back to words, like much of northern New England.