Thursday, November 30, 2017

Holidays, Matrix Style

I'm in this weird spot where I'm both ahead of the game and running to catch up.  I managed to mostly organize and even wrap the Christmas gifts I have, but it feels like I have so much more to figure out and buy.  My cards arrived today (after much dithering about doing them at all and spending way too much time trying (and failing) to get a decent family shot), but who knows when they'll actually get addressed?  And I have no idea how to be in 3 places at once Saturday morning.

It feels like I have so much to do and I'm woefully behind, but then, it's only the start of December tomorrow.  How is that even possible?  Such a time warp, the holidays. 

I don't really have a point here, except to say we all need to take a breath and go one step at a time.  It feels like a sprint, but it's more like a marathon.  But hopefully not as sweaty or physically destructive.  Hopefully.

Wednesday, November 29, 2017

My Companion for the Next Month

This is our Christmas tree. A few years back, I bought a new tree when I couldn't take the annoyances of the previous one (which of course I can't remember now, but they were sufficiently annoying). I purposely got an unlit tree so I could string it with as many lights as I wanted. LED this time, so hopefully they wouldn't burn out too quickly.  I spent a long afternoon weaving lights in and out of branches on each section, keeping each section separate so I could easily take apart the tree and store it with the lights still on it. Several hours (and many, many expletives) later, we had our own prelit tree. It's been 4 years, I think (this being the 4th) and it's still going. I'm sure I just jinxed myself.

I did too good a job because my parents bought a 9 foot tree (!) and asked me to light it.  Sorry for all those cuss words, Mom.

My favorite part is that every ornament has a story. Maybe it's something we bought on clearance after Christmas because one of the kids liked the character. Maybe we got it on a vacation. Maybe it commemorates a birth, a new house, a hobby, a shared interest.  Maybe my dad made it from scratch in his garage. I know every one. (I'll share if you ask, but never force a story on someone.) There is even a whole separate tree for the kids' creations (and some of mine!) over the years.

It makes me so happy. History on a tree.

Tuesday, November 28, 2017

Regal and Gentile

We took pictures for Christmas cards this weekend.  This works, yes?

Monday, November 27, 2017

This Always Happens at Least Once

Whoops, almost forgot about this today... almost.

Sunday, November 26, 2017


Now it's Chris's turn to holiday up the house. The outside, specifically.  He's not too pleased that one of the strands of lights he put on the roof already went out, but I think he likes doing this overall. At least we have some new friends this holiday.

Saturday, November 25, 2017


19 1/2 pound turkey roasted.  20 people fed.  Merriment achieved.

My mother in law was under the weather and couldn't make it to the in-law Thanksgiving, which was a bummer but for the best.  Hopefully, she can make it to Christmas, which thankfully is not at my house (thank you, Cousins, for offering to host another year).  It was extra warm, so people (especially of the kid variety) could mill about outside and not pack inside the house like sardines.  There was plenty of wine and other spirits, a good selection of appetizers (I could have eaten the entire bowl of what I would call baked brie dip, but really who cares what it was really called because melty cheese), and even a variety of green things mixed in with the carbs (including the poor tossed salad that never gets eaten).  I didn't take enough pictures again because I was busy making sure all the food was warm, available, and not accidentally dropped on the carpet.  Everyone seemed happy and even a bit reluctant to leave.  Good day.

Now, turkey stock is simmering on the stove, the house is almost back in order (get busy, Kids), I am in my jammies, and I just have to wrap this up before I go sit between my husband and the TV so he knows I want a should rub.  Good on ya, Thanksgiving 2017.  How about we do this again next year?

The Bird

Friday, November 24, 2017

Gluing Day

In recent years, today has become known as Black Friday.  But in even more recent years, at least as long as I've been using today to prep for in-law Thanksgiving and decorate for Christmas, it has become Gluing Day. Because something always comes out of the decoration bins broken.  Today has been no exception, and part of the evening will include peeling super glue off my fingers.

By tonight, I will have fixed a nutcracker, a tree, a Santa whose tiny styrofoam pebble stuffing decided to make a break for it all over the house, and probably a fee ornaments yet to be determined.  And that doesn't count whatever my folks nneed glued because I am the designated family gluer.  I'll wear that mantle. I'm pretty good at it. Bring me your broken stuff. I might glue myself to it temporarily, but I'll put that dumpty back together.

And then tomorrow, the in-laws will invade and there will be much merriment (hopefully everyone) and much exhaustion (definitely me). I'm prepping now.