I wondered if I would regret by now that I did not decorate for Christmas. No, I am just relieved that I have more reading time instead of a day spent un-decorating. Putting this card, from 1977, out was my entire extent of decorating this year:
Two pleasant intervals with friends provided some holiday feeling to the season.
I had indeed gotten sick by Tuesday morning with a bad cold, just as Allan was getting over his. Even though the evening weather had been dry and not windy, we hadn’t had a solstice campfire on Wednesday the 21st as I had hoped. The knee brace fitter had showed up unannounced at the door with the brace, and I had sent her away politely because I felt so terrible. (She should have called first. I just wasn’t up to it by surprise and didn’t want to pass on the illness. If she’d called, I could have thought ahead and done the fitting out in the garage where the germs were not thick…but I couldn’t think fast enough when put on the spot. Next week, I hope we will connect.)
Thursday, 22 December 2016
While getting the mail on Thursday, Allan had a look at the Columbia Pacific Heritage Museum Christmas village.
Even though I did not think I should take my contagious self to Dave and Melissa’s holiday dinner party, Melissa was strangely insistent that I should attend. She, Dave, and Todd all expressed conviction that they would not get sick.
Sea Star holiday dinner
Unlike me, Melissa did not refrain from decorating this year. (Dave says, “It’s all Melissa.”)
When gift exchange time came, we learned why Melissa had been so determined for us all to come. She presented the entire gang with matching garden club hoodies.
It was impossible to get a good photo of the ever active Coulee. Here he is, though, as we were also celebrating his tenth birthday.
When we arrived back home at ten, look who we found in the unfenced part of the front garden:
Friday, 23 December 2016
The glass blocks arrived for the upcoming bathroom beautification project.
This is all being organized by master builder Bill Clearman.
I kept reading, alternating between Modernity Britain and online discussions of intersectional feminism. By the end of the day, I had finally finished the 758 page tome of Modernity Britain, and I am anxious because I can find nothing online regarding when historian David Kynaston will publish the next volume, Opportunity Britain. I long for it.
Saturday, 24 December 2016
I spent the afternoon reading more discussions about intersectional feminism and trying to finish a book called Bobos In Paradise: The New Upper Class and How They Got There. I was too distracted to completely finish the rather short book. My concentration is nil these days.
Allan took a DVD back to the library, a ten block walk.
A walk back by the marina netted another gift certificate from Salt Pub.
It is hard on the crabbing families when the lucrative season does not begin till after Christmas.
The Depot Dickens Dinner
At 8 PM, we met J9 and Our Kathleen for the traditional Christmas Eve Dickens dinner at the Depot Restaurant. I felt ever so much better than earlier in the week.
Sunday, 25 December 2016
We had a quiet Christmas afternoon, with the opening of presents (not-morning-people don’t open presents in the morning) and the writing of this blog post.
Allan found me a darling house. It lights up and is not just for Christmas.
Here, to you, our Christmas greetings; the photo is from a long ago trip.