Finn and I are up at my parents’ for Second Christmas. Mama got taken down by a sinus infection a full week before the Big Day and gutted it out until everyone left after dinner; Finn and I took her to the Patient First that evening and got her diagnosed and treated. She’s resting up at home, as much as we wanted her to come up with us.
Christmas morning was perfect. Finn was patient enough to wait for us all to wake up and get our acts together. The Geblers came over in PJs and Santa hats and Grand got there a half-hour later, and we tore into the boxes. Finley got everything she asked Santa for (a rock tumbler, polished minerals, and lots of other science gifts), as well as a better pottery wheel and a plush kitten. Glen gave her an Osmo. which is some really cool technology.
Up in New York, Santa did his usual bang-up job, so I’m writing this among an elbow-high pile of presents in front of some bowl game after putting Finn to bed. After opening everything we got motivated to visit Grandma up on the hill and then to check out the remains of Grampy’s barn. My hope was to be able to salvage some decent wood for sculpture or furniture–well, really, my hope was to be able to reach something worthwhile; it’s been a few years since it fell down, and the brush grows quickly up there. It turns out that there’s still some decent wood to be found up there amongst the burrdocks. Renie and I found a stack of tongue-and-groove floorboards out in the open that might lend themselves to a good project. My Dad told us they were salvaged from the old gym in Sherwood. There’s a nice section of wall in the shadow of the silo that I’ve got my eye on–about five wallboards still nailed to a frame and standing off the ground–so we’re going back tomorrow with some kind of a saw to cut them out. There’s also a pile of six 5″x5″ hand-hewn beams off to the side that Renie and I are going to claim, even if we can’t carry them off ourselves this weekend, which are in beautiful shape.
I’d be posting pictures here but the SIM card reader on my MacBook Pro isn’t working and we don’t have a USB to Mini-USB cord between the four of us, so the only thing I have is my Instagram feed to point at. (shakes fist at TECHNOLOGY!!)
But overall, we have much to be thankful for: another great year, a healthy family, good fortune, and happiness. Here’s to 2015.
This weekend was filled with lots of Christmas time together with family. We spent a couple of much-needed mornings starting out on the couch being together, with no rush to get the day started. Saturday we ran some basic errands, cleaned the house up, and had some friends over for drinks and dessert and a screening of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. Sunday we did some food shopping and decorated our tree in the evening, after hanging on the couch, watching football and playing with Legos.
I wish it had been another two days longer.
We celebrated another great holiday here in the ‘Ville with our folks and local family; this year featured a dry-brine turkey with stuffing, potatoes, homemade (read: alcoholic) cranberry sauce, beans, and lots of red wine. We set the table with a new set of plates from Target, which marks the first upgrade of our tableware since we moved in, and the four chairs we bought from IKEA came in very handy. We even had snow the night before, which made our last-minute errands more interesting but the whole day very festive.
Once again, it was great to have everyone around our table, and we have much to be thankful for.
Last week was quiet but full of activity. Work is moving along briskly, and there’s more work coming in than we can handle. One big change is that I’m now officially a Creative Director, with a merit raise and yearly bonus—something that actually happened the week before last, but superstitiously, I wanted to have my business cards made up first.
We wrapped up a big project in the house on Saturday, after weeks of jumbled furniture and chaos in the main living space. The walls in the living room are now white, and the bumpout over the chimney is a bright blue and the ceiling a very light blue. All of this took several weeks because the white paint we’d bought to cover the brown wasn’t going on evenly, so I had to roll a bright white over top of that. The ceiling took two weekends because it’s hard to roll a finish coat on with no direct sunlight to see where the bad patches are.
I wired a second breaker in to the panel in the garage, ran a line to a switch by the door, and started putting outlets in along the ceiling. So far there’s one switched light and two outlets, and maybe if the weather warms up just a touch I’ll put on my long johns and go out there one evening this week and get the other four lights hung.
Finn’s final soccer game was on Saturday, and instead of getting clobbered by the Yellow Butterflies they merely got beaten. But who’s keeping score? They all had fun, and we met some more kids in the neighborhood, including the other Finley.
Also, I took Finley out for pizza and a movie on Saturday night: We saw Big Hero 6 and had a blast together at a little movie theater down in Arbutus, which is surprisingly cheap and current in its selection (they were playing Interstellar in 3D the same evening). The movie was very good–I’d say it wasn’t quite as good as How To Train Your Dragon, but the characters were all well-drawn and the story was propulsive.