Yup, yesterday was Christmas, and I managed to keep from uttering 'the phrase" to all but two people, - so, I feel as though I've achieved almost complete hermit status.
All of my cards made it out of my hands and to their recipients (at least I hope they made it to their destinations), but Karl dragged his feet and missed getting one of his (I say three, he says one) out the door and on the way. Not a bad average
Karl and I each took a turn speaking with mom, but I truly wish she were here - or, at the very least, much closer. it would make visiting easier. I am aware she doesn't want to leave her beloved northern tundra, her moose and deer, and that icy lake, but I think it's time to get her south of the bridge. Much as she dislikes living in the land of the trolls, she should be moving into closer proximity to the bulk of her sibs and kinder - sooner rather than later.
We had dinner at the kids' new home in Holly on Christmas eve; it was fairly low-key, and the meal was delicious.
Just in case you are behind the eight ball, Brian and Angels bought a condo - not too far from their old apartment - and it's a world of difference in size and sounds and smells. Needless to say, the honeymooners are happy in their new digs, and the pets are settled in, too. Bud will need to look a little harder to find work with a decent income in that direction, just to keep from having to drive great distances in his old car, but that was the decision they made.
No complaint here, but an observation: it's been a 'warm' season so far - between Thanksgiving and Christmas - and the weather peeps are calling for more of the same... and warmer! With the bulk of winter ahead of us, I wouldn't mind a bit of this sort of thing lasting the next month or two. Yes, I do prefer cooler temps to warmer ones, but you take what you can get, right?
The twins are doing well: Booker is far more playful again, so hopefully I can get Karl to play along when I am at work and keep Book moving more to rid him of some chunky monkey pounds. Even a Maine Coon can be too large. And Odin is doing better intestinal-ly speaking. He remains rambunctious and Odin-rific, keeping Booker jumping with his spastic antics; and the FiV is well off in the background for the time being.
OK, so I've covered all of the bases for the time being. I was trying to be informative and still keep from being too verbose; practice makes perfect, or so they say. For now, I am going to tidy up a bit, then plunk myself in a chair and sort through some old papers and balance the bank account against the statement! In the background I will binge on The Great British Baking Show, starting at the first episode. Yes, I've seen them all before, but it's enjoyable (tasty) viewing, and well worth a second screening. From there, goodness knows what I'll do, but it will be in the house and not out and about with throngs of people or crazy 'me first' drivers.
Oh, there is one item of note which I didn't go into, but it will keep for the time being.
Blessings to one and all, and safe travels to those on the roads or in the air ~
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