Well this is becoming quite the holiday journal. We had our Christmas dinner. I was trying to be all cheery and said to W ‘isn’t this kind of nice? just the two of us, no pressure, no fuss, no shades of a madhouse or bedlam or chaos’ and he just said, ‘nope, I miss the kids’. So do I, but there’s no point in being all maudlin and teary about it, is there? Now we’re both satisfactorily stuffed and W has passed out in his rocking chair. It’s very quiet in here, except for the dishwasher laboring away. The fridge is full of leftovers because I have never had any kind of a clue when it comes to cooking small amounts of anything. Even though our turkey was barely past babyhood. Or it was a midget variety. There’s still two full containers of meat. Mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, peas, stuffing, gravy, cranberries – it’s making me feel slightly ill just thinking about it. We were both trying to avoid that ‘omg I ate way too much’ feeling but I don’t think that’s possible with turkey dinner.
We should be going for a walk and enjoying this balmy weather! It’s a lovely overcast three degrees celcius with no wind and no snow. Perhaps I’ll suggest that to W if he ever wakes up.
Here’s a couple of pictures I’m happy to share. First off, the family of hockey players.