We’ve seen the outside lights – of course, there’s also a tree inside.
There might be another theme to our fall and winter decorating… Sorry, subltety isn’t one of my strong points.
As always, our tree decoration “theme” is “NO STINKIN’ THEMES!” Colored lights, white lights, bubble lights. Sporty’s annual aircraft ornaments going back almost 20 years, ornaments from when the kids were small, annual ornaments from when we’ve traveled after the kids have grown up and left. The star that has the motorized airplane towing a banner. You name it, we’ll throw it up there someplace.
I hope all of you have a wonderful and enjoyable Christmas tomorrow!
As I come into the kitchen to fix my plate I find the hot dogs already in the buns, with a whole smorgasbord of condiments laid out.
From the living room, she shouts, “Your hot dogs might be a little bit…charred. Put lots of stuff on them!”
“They look fine! Wait…did you put them in the buns already so that the charred side is hidden?”
“Of course, how stupid do you think I am?”
She probably learned that from my mother. At a very young age I realized that Mom would often leave one side of a grilled cheese sandwich a bit more “well done” than the other. That side was always on the bottom as the sandwich was served. By my teen years I would get the sandwich served still hot on the spatula with the top side visible, then plopped and flipped so that the other side could be seen.
Mom’s been gone for a while now, but somehow that family tradition continues on. I’m pretty sure I served grilled cheese sandwiches to my kids that way back when they were still at home.
Christmas Eve Eve. It’s been a heck of a week, lots of little victories, a couple of big ones, and still a ton of things to get wrapped up (see what I did there?) before the jolly fat guy slides down the chimney tomorrow night.
It’s Thanksgiving Day 2022. We had the pleasure of celebrating the day with family where a wonderful day with, as is the tradition, way too much food. Tomorrow the Christmas lights and decorations start going up and there will be leftovers a go-go!
I hope your Thanksgiving (if you’re in the US) was just as wonderful. If you’re not in the US, I hope you had a great Thursday and your upcoming weekend is filled with fun.
One thing that came out of some reflection on the nature of the world last week was that I’m not using any time for recreational reading.
That seemed to be a serious problem. Since most days it seems like I’m skating on thin ice to begin with, what harm could it do to MAKE that time for myself to read for a half hour or so?
So I am, and it seems to be working. Not every day, but most days. With the Hugo Awards coming up and voting due in August, I’m working my way through this year’s nominees, and where necessary, the previous works in a series that lead up to this year’s nominated work.
This is a good thing. I highly recommend it.
The other thing, of course, is wishing a happiest of birthdays (it’s one of those) to the long-suffering wife. I hope you got what you wanted for the day and it didn’t suck.
Between my work schedule (there have been a LOT of really critical deadlines and all of the work involved, but so far we’re hitting them, even if some of them are by the skin of our teeth) and “life” and the holidays and family and that football game last night, the last two weeks I’m having serious issues keeping track of what day it is.
Life isn’t counted in days of the week and weekends – there’s no difference, they’re all pedal to the metal. I don’t count days to the weekend, I count hours to the next critical deadline.
That’s not quite over yet, but I think all of the REALLY REALLY critical deadlines are over for the moment. This weekend we’re doing Christmas a week early since all of the kids are here, our first full family Christmas in a decade or more.