Tidings of comfort and joy

Paul and I will be going to Texas tomorrow to visit my family for the holidays. We'd hoped to go to Kansas to see Paul's grandfather but since his parents are only staying until Saturday, we're going to postpone that trip until later in the year. Hopefully, it will be much warmer during that trip than it currently is. I think this year's trip will be a little less hectic than in years past. We're planning on staying put at one house per day on this trip rather than trying to go back and forth between the various grandparents, feeling a little ragged and never like we get to visit with anyone long enough.Today, I finished the final cards I needed to send--last year we ordered 100 cards and I thought it was too many. This year, I only ordered 75 and it wasn't enough. I guess the magic number is some place in between although I think I'll stick with ordering more. I can always find someone to send a card to but I feel a little bad that I couldn't send cards to some friend. I don't know if people will really miss the annual picture of Carrie and Paul but I like that we at least have the once-a-year correspondence with friends. And I like that my husband has a homing device for finding his way into my otherwise-arty pictures.
Since we aren't going to be home on Christmas, as is our tradition, Paul and I opened up presents tonight after eating burritos from Golden Pride. We both like breakfast for dinner and breakfast burritos definitely fall into that category. A friend of Paul's from high school sent him a book entitled "The Truth about Chuck Norris: 400 Facts about the World's Greatest Human." I think all of them have been made into flair on Facebook but it is pretty funny. I wasn't going to spend any money on something for the cat this year. Granted, I normally spend less than $10 on a gift for him but since he normally plays with the gift for five minutes and then ignores it for the rest of the year, I don't exactly think it's money well spent. When I picked up food for him this afternoon, I broke down and got a little something for him. Considering he's already played with this one longer than any other gift we've gotten him, perhaps we have a winner. There's a puffball/feather on the end of the string; not sure what this move was all about but he stayed like this for a good minute, plotting his next attack. I think this was the most active we've seen him in years. Maybe he won't lose total interest in this toy.
I normally buy myself little gifts and wrap them up with tags to me from Jub or from Paul. Paul isn't that great at gift selection and I appreciate that it's not one of his strengths. He's a good man in many respects but not so much when it comes to buying presents. This year, I hadn't gotten much for myself--just haven't been in the mood--and Paul noticed that he had much more than I did under the tree. I don't mind--it's not as if I don't get stuff throughout the year. Plus, I figured between the kitchen countertops and graduate school, I've pretty much spent all my present money for a LONG time. But when Paul asked what I wanted last week, I gave him what I thought was a fairly nonsensical list of items: cowboy boots, pearl necklace, a couple of other things that I can't even remember now. He pondered for a while and said that he liked the idea of boots; we should go buy me new boots. I said OK and thought we might go do that over the weekend or after Christmas. On Saturday, Paul came downstairs and said that he thought a pearl necklace would be a better idea. I said OK but do you know how much that costs? I suggested he visit the jewelry store that we've gone to for the two other pieces of "good" jewelry that I own (wedding ring and 5th anniversary/30th birthday ring) because that would be the easiest place to go, he'd been there before, etc. I told him this thinking he would just continue with his business and forget that idea altogether.

We continued about our Saturday, getting ready for the party, piddling around doing nothing, plotting our afternoon before we went to his parents' house. While we were making our To Do list (yes, labeled and with approximate times on it so that we'd stay on time), Paul said that we needed to include the jewelry store. I got to open these up tonight:

I should have gussied up more because I knew I was going to open this gift but there you go. The most beautiful strand of pearls. The salesperson in the store was no fool--she started with the highest quality "because these are already strung." Of course I loved them but would have been happier with the lesser quality, smaller, not yet strung pearls as well. I left the decision up to Paul and that's what I got. Beautiful, round, pink overtones, 7-7.5 mm in size, 18" long--an "investment" piece of jewelry and much, much more than I ever expected. I kept telling Paul that I would have been happy with boots but I'm beyond thrilled with my generous husband. And I take back most of my grumbling about his strange gifts throughout the past 13 years. I think he's totally made up for it.

I hope everyone finds a little (or big) treat with their name under the Christmas tree this year and has a very Merry Christmas, indeed.

Stupid snow day

That's what we had today--a stupid snow day. It snowed all day yesterday--not hard but consistent. It was gathering on yards and cars but the roads were only wet. When I went home yesterday afternoon about 4:30, Tramway as a little slushy but not bad at all. Most everyone had slowed down to about 45 mph (speed limit is 50 mph) except for one overly-cautious driver who was doing 30 mph and the one driver who thought 55 mph was better. That's pretty typical for NM drivers in winter weather--either idiots who apparently haven't gotten the message that just because one drives a 4-wheel drive SUV, it doesn't mean one can stop better or the person who freaks out at the first flake. I'm pretty wimpy when it comes to driving in snow but yesterday, it was just wet. It was collecting on the side street up to my house though.

By the 6:00 news, the district had announced a two-hour delay for today. The snow and colder weather was apparently just what I needed to finally get me out of my bah-humbug mood. When I got home yesterday, I started working on addressing Christmas cards and got almost all of them done. There is just a handful of addresses that I need to get. I also got started on wrapping presents. I had just been putting everything in the guest room, waiting for inspiration or the day before we left for Texas, whichever happened first. Thankfully, inspiration struck and I was able to get everything that needed to be mailed wrapped and boxed and ready to go. We were also able to antagonize the cat a bit with a calendar we bought for my Grandmother that includes bird sounds:

Yep. That will never get old. My comment was in regards to the fact that Jub had just stepped on one of the buttons to make it chirp, not stating the obvious that he was standing on the calendar. He couldn't figure out where the birds were hiding (although he didn't react to the owl hoot). We "played" with the cat for about 10 minutes, until he started biting the speaker.

I set my alarm to sleep in a bit since I knew we'd at least have the delay until 10:00. When I got up about 7:00, I looked outside and told Paul that we probably just had the delay since the roads looked fine. I padded downstairs and turned on the television. I was only paying half-attention to the TV and was definitely surprised to realize that I'd heard correctly--APS had cancelled classes. I shouldn't have been surprised at all given past history of snow days. The first year I lived in ABQ, we had a snow day about this same time of year in which there was no snow left on the ground by 11:00. There have been more snow days that have been similar in the past 10 years. And there have been days when a delay or a snow day would have been perfectly valid and yet we were required to report on time. I don't get it--I have no idea what criteria is used to determine when/why we get a snow day. I've decided to stop even trying to guess what we'll have. So we'll be adding an extra day in May, which won't be much of a day but it is one more day we'll be required to report to work.

Until I have to make up this day in May, it was nice to have today to run errands and get some stuff done so I'll have my Saturday to do whatever and clean the house in preparation for the neighborhood party on Sunday. I had a hair appointment this afternoon at 4:00 and, after I learned of the snow day, had told Paul that I was going to try to move it up. Before I was able to make the call, my hairdresser called to see if I wanted to come in at 1:00. Worked for me. I finished the scarf for my mother-in-law and got a bit more of the wrapping done before lunch. Then, with my fabulous hairdo (it's the same as before but Tammy does it much nicer than I ever can get it to look), I got everything mailed, stopped by Trader Joe's for party food and beverages, went to Sonic for drinks for me and Paul, headed to the mall and Barnes & Nobles to buy my father-in-law's present (the last gift I had to buy) and Sephora for goodies for me, and popped in at the little gift shop I love to get a gift for my secret pal. One of the lovely ladies who works there again complimented Abigail on how well she behaved when I went in there with her, Mom, and Amy after Thanksgiving.

This evening, I finished wrapping all the gifts and Paul and I finished burning the CD's I'm giving to my JLA committee as gifts tomorrow. We still don't now when we're going to Texas and Kansas although we have decided that we'll be driving. And we don't know what we're going to do with the cat while we're gone either. I guess we still have about five days to figure all of that out and heaven knows we don't rush into any decisions.

Confirmation

When checking my email today, there was a message saying that I have been accepted into the College of Information, Library Science, and Technologies and the Department of Library and Information Sciences (LIS) at the University of North Texas.

I opted to apply for the General Program of Study rather than pick on of the more specialized fields. I think I have a pretty good grasp of school librarianship and would probably do OK with the children/youth librarianship. Hopefully the rest isn't so intensely specialized that I couldn't do it if given a chance. And I might not want to do anything else than school librarianship but this is giving me another option.

There are a few little loose ends that I need to tend to--transferring hours from UNM, etc. But I really am going to be getting that second Master's degree. It's either 24 or 30 hours depending on what I'm able to transfer. Hopefully, this will really mean I'm done when I finally get that piece of paper. See me in three years and we'll talk.

Ho-ho-holidays

So life continues to roll along for Paul and me. He was in D.C. the latter part of last week which gave me time to decorate the tree and the house for Christmas. I also handed out the invitations to our annual holiday party to be held on Dec. 21. I was debating not doing it, even as I was handing out the invitations, I wasn't as enthusiastic about it as I have been in years past. I've got a general feeling of bah-humbug surrounding this Christmas season. I don't know if it's the lovely, un-Christmas-like weather (although today started cold and drizzly so it's a start), the general doom-and-gloom of the world, or what but I'm just not very excited about it. I've still got several gifts I need to buy and so far, I haven't been inspired with any great ideas on what to get the person. I always enjoy giving gifts and I always try to find thoughtful, interesting things for people--something they didn't even know they wanted but can't imagine how they ever lived without. Not so much for most gifts this year. But the house looks lovely and the party is always a good time and I'll be glad to see everyone if nothing else.

My weekend wasn't as productive as I had planned although I did get everything done that I'd intended to do except for going to the gym on Saturday and vaccuuming the upstairs. I try not to set the bar too high so I don't feel so bad when I don't accomplish much. I felt crummy most of Saturday and just as I was thinking I felt good, I fell asleep for an hour. So maybe I didn't need the gym so much as a nap. We went to River of Lights with Paul's parents last night. I didn't realize they hadn't gone before so I'm glad we suggested going with them this year. It was a nice night for it--not too cold and no wind.

The next two weeks are shaping up to be busy between stuff at work and holiday parties. I don't think it's really that bad but when I go from nothing to something, I start to feel overwhelmed by it all.

An overview of the next two weeks:
Dec. 8: meet with friend to catch up (I received this invitation for coffee and to talk; I was totally serious when I told her it better not be an Amway thing. It wasn't--just a chance to catch up and chat which I needed)
Dec. 9: JLA general membership meeting
Dec. 10: 7:30 meeting at school
Dec. 11: group pictures at school; Paul's company holiday dinner
Dec. 12: shopping with my mother-in-law after school
Dec. 13: my school's holiday party
Dec. 16: hair appointment
Dec. 17: JLA committe party
Dec. 18: school secret pal breakfast
Dec. 20: Matthew's birthday (OK, so we don't actually do anything here but I do need to send a little gift with their Christmas package)
Dec. 21: our holiday party

Thankfully, it's all pleasant things to do as well--just busy stuff. It doesn't look that bad except for the shopping, cleaning, mailing, working, and general life in between all the other things. I need to finish shopping and get packages mailed to Paul's brother and his family. We also need to figure out what the heck we're doing over Christmas--we'd like to go to Kansas to see Paul's family since we haven't seen anyone in a year but of course there is the visits to my family to consider as well. And, we've talked about getting tickets to the Cotton Bowl to watch Tech play there (although I doubt we do this; family obligations always seem to override any fun things) At least Paul is home for the next two weeks so it will be easier to figure all this out.

These were some fun pictures we took over Thanksgiving on the MacBook. Abigail didn't seem to enjoy it as much as Benjamin did. It took a bit to convince them that they didn't have to sit an inch from the computer to take the pictures.

Benjamin liked the PopArt effect. He LOVES green of any shade so the chance to actually be green was a big one.

He liked this effect as well, saying he looked like sunshine.
It's a warped, "The Scream"-esque sister picture. Except we couldn't stop laughing.
This one is my favorite of all the goofy pictures we took.


I like the look on Benjamin's face--I'm not sure he appreciated how much fun Amy and I were having here.

More Thanksgiving fun

Just a few pictures from the Thanksgiving holiday. We didn't take very many--I was busy being busy and Paul didn't think to take pictures which is odd because he usually takes 100 pictures when we're doing nothing.

On Wednesday evening, Abigail was my designated helper. She's getting old enough that she can actually help do stuff and it's not more trouble than it's worth to have her around. Yes, it takes a little longer but not a significant amount of time. And hopefully, these will be things she'll remember because I know I will. We had fajitas for dinner so she helped with the guacamole and afterwards, she and Benjamin helped out with the pies. There was one casualty--our salt and pepper shakers look like eggs with legs and while I was getting stuff out for the pie, Abigail was playing with the salt shaker, making it "walk." It was an honest accident when one of the legs broke off--I could have set the thing down wrong and the same thing happen--and we weren't going to tell her mama. I did have her tell Uncle Paul what happened but I'm not good at quick thinking and confessed to Amy when she asked what happened to the missing salt shaker. But the pies were good, salt shakers can be replaced, and Abigail knows (and will hopefully remember) that she has to be more careful.I have a smattering of toys I keep at the house for when children visit. Last summer before Sarah and Matthew visited, I bought these giant pick-up sticks to have at the house for them. They never touched them but it was a big hit with Abigail this visit. She also loved a Barbie paper doll I got for my birthday a few years ago--she spent quite a bit of time making fancy outfits.Paul was probably teaching Benjamin how to spell bad words. Or (what actually was happening) Benjamin was drawing shapes and teaching them to Uncle Paul.
Amy and David scoured the ads for anything they just couldn't live without. We didn't find anything in the ads worthy of a very early rise but Paul, Amy, David, and I did go out shopping a little on Friday afternoon to get out of the house. On Saturday afternoon, all the girls went shopping as a little outing.
I used the good china for the main meal on Thursday. Jub apparently thought he should be included in the feast. Not so much, furry one. We didn't have room to serve family-style but I was glad we were all able to be seated at tables. And yes, even Abs and Ben got china at their place setting although Ben used an everyday plate when he finally decided to eat something and I helped Abigail carry her dinner and dessert plate because she was just a little too free with them, even when I kept saying two hands! two hands!
Paul's parents joined us for dinner on Thanksgiving day. It was nice that they were in town and that they were able to be with us. Roger was volunteered by Donna to carve the turkey and in turn, he volunteered her to finish us getting meat off the turkey when we were done. Paul was amazed because he thought he'd done a good job (not really) and then his mom steps in and gets twice as much meat off. We sent some home with Donna and Roger for turkey sandwiches and I've frozen a bunch of it for later consumption
Paul said the downside to using the good dishes is that it requires handwashing. Not that it takes more than 2 seconds to wash a plate and he was on drying duty--not even rinsing duty since he was complaining about the hot water.
Look at how much fun it can be to do dishes! Yay!
OK, this might be a little more fun than copious amounts of handwashing. Paul has bought several games for children to play when at the house. There is a matching game that was a hit this trip--even as an adult, it's more interesting/challenging than most of the other children's board games. Benjamin was playing until Abigail muscled him out of the way and he found it was more fun to just climb Uncle Paul.
Amy takes a try at the Guitar Hero. We picked up the Aerosmith Guitar Hero since it was on sale and :::fingers crossed::: Santa might bring us the new World Tour with a new guitar. It's that or new luggage.
On Friday afternoon, two of my lovely neighbors brought down a tin of Christmas cookies. One of them was a big iced sugar cookie. It was quickly claimed by the two little kids and the one great big kid who split it three ways.
Benjamin very methodically ate off all the icing and then ate the cookie. He is such a picky eater and he wasn't sure about the cookie. I think the rush of sugar after the icing convinced him that it wouldn't be so bad.
Friday evening, we went to Paul's parents' house for dinner. I'd had the kids grab a couple of toys to take over there but when we arrived, we found that Donna had gotten out all of Paul's old Legos and there were lots of them. Paul nearly pushed us all out of the way to get to the toys. They found the instructions for making the castle and set to work on it for the evening.
When they weren't "helping" with the castle, Abigail and Benjamin were running back to Paul's old bedroom to see the glow-in-the-dark star stickers Paul put on the ceiling over 20 years ago. The room has been repainted several times and Roger has painted the ceiling of pretty much every other room but this one because of the stickers. They still glow so we left the light on in the room during dinner so the kids could look at them. At one point, the kids took off their shoes so they could lie on the bed and stargaze.
While we were out on Friday afternoon, we also bought Wii Music because we thought it would be easy for the little ones to play. We were right and it was a hit with both of them since all that is really required is wiggling the controllers up and down. Even 3-year-old Benjamin picked up on it. Please note Abigail and I were both wearing our quasi-matching "fancy pants" while we playing on Saturday evening.
And in between all of this fun, we also went swimming on Friday and Saturday mornings with the kids and everyone went to Dion's for pizza on Saturday. It's the one place David always requests and there is the little platform for kids to watch them make pizzas so Abigail and Benjamin enjoy that as well. Mom and Dad had an early flight out on Sunday and Amy and her family left a little before Paul and I left for church.

It was a lovely weekend although we did miss having our Donna here and even if it does always feel like we're stepping over each other in my little house. I do like getting to have holidays in NM. Even being in charge of everything is in some ways easier than traveling around and about. But we'll be happy to drag over to Texas and possibly up to Kansas to see more family in three weeks.

Day 30: Finished

I think having house guests brings out the toddler part of my personality.  This is pretty much the progression of emotions when we have visitors (any visitors).

Day 1:  Who are you people and why are you touching my stuff?  

Day 2:  Hey, that's my stuff! OK.  But that's still my stuff.

Day 3:  Fine.  You can use my stuff.

Day 4 (or whenever visitors leave):  Hey.  Where is everybody?

It was nice to have everyone at the house.  It's always hectic while they're here and a little quiet when they leave.   I'll eventually get the pictures downloaded.  Mostly, I've just been wading through laundry and straightening up the house.  And doing this:
Playing Guitar Hero. I hadn't yet changed from my church clothes before I felt the need to rock. Paul liked that I had put on my striped slippers after taking off my shoes, though. He said it completed the rock star look.

Day 29: Very very late

I really am writing this at 11:30.  It's about the first time I've had a chance to just sit and play on the computer.  We went swimming with the kids again this morning.  I'm definitely going to try to get free guest passes any time they visit, although I don't think it's much to pay for a visitor.  Either way, it would be worth it since both of the kids seemed to have a great time (as did Amy and I).  Mom, Amy, and I were planning on going shopping this afternoon and Abigail asked to tag along.  We told her that it might be boring for little girls but she could come with us.  Abigail did a great job--she got a little antsy at Old Navy to go look at her sized clothes but other than that, she was a good camper.  She was even complimented on her good behavior and fun personality at a little gift shop we stopped in as I was needing to pick up a couple of presents.  While we were at Old Navy, she put on a little blazer and just absolutely didn't want to take it off.  It was about $10 and so Mom bought it for her.  Abigail told me I needed to call her "Professional Abigail" (which sounds more like "Frofressional Abigail" when she was wearing her professional jacket.  She cheerfully explained to the two ladies at the shop that this was her professional jacket when the commented that it looked very nice.

Tomorrow, it's off to the airport for Mom and Dad's very early flight and then to church later in the morning.  Not sure when Amy and her family are leaving yet.  If it's in the morning (which I think they are planning to do), I might start getting out the Christmas decorations.  Or I might just collapse on my couch.

Day 28: The final stretch

We still have a full house of family and one more day to entertain them.  This is the first chance I've had to get on the computer.  There might have been a few others but it never seems like a good time (plus, I'd have to boot someone from the laptop to get to it).  

I'm glad I thought to get the guest passes to the gym as the swimming pool seemed to be a big hit.  I think we're going to head out to do a little shopping tomorrow.  Maybe head to the pool again.  Watch a little college football and whatever random choices for shows my dad decides to watch.  Try not to trip over each other in my living room that I will always wish was a little bigger.  Enjoy the last day together until we're all together again in a few more weeks.

And for absolutely no reason other than it was mentioned a few weeks ago, here is a-ha's Take on Me video in all it's 80's spectacularness.

Day 27: Thankfully tired

It's been a very long day.  A very good day but darn, you have to get up early if you're cooking the turkey.  I'd hoped to have everything ready to go for a 1:00 mealtime and I think we ate about 1:30.  I think that's pretty good since this is the first time I've been responsible for Thanksgiving and only the second time I've good the big holiday meal.

I have so much to be thankful for in my life.  Even when I am complaining, my complaints are so trivial compared to what I could be facing.  I have more than enough to eat every day.  I have a wonderful place to call home.  I have a job that is fairly secure in these insecure times. I have a fabulous husband who has been with me through thick and thin for 13 years.  I am definitely blessed with good health, many friends, a supportive family, and good fortune.

Day 26: One reason to own a MacBook

I brought the MacBook home with me with the thought that if we end up stuck in the house for a while because of the weather, at least we can entertain the children with PhotoBooth.

Even the grown-up children:

I couldn't get Paul to play too much with me--he's tired from his overnight shift at Berkeley.

I'm sure there will be more in the days to come.

Day 25: A pre-Thanksgiving Christmas Q&A

Received via email from my friend Stephanie but as I'm running out of ideas and things to write about in November, I thought I'd share with the whole world.

1 . Wrapping paper or gift bags? both; I've thought of either using fabric or making fabric gift bags.  Perhaps when I get very crafty.  An ex-boyfriend's mom had big fabric bags that she'd made with everyone in the family's name on it and all the presents from them were in the bag.  It wasn't as exciting as opening individual gifts but it was fun to have one big bag of presents.  Of course, her son and I flamed out soon after she made me one although I think that was more of a reflection on the state of our relationship prior to Christmas rather than the lovely bag she made for me.

2 . Real tree or Artificial? a pre-lit artificial one;  real ones involve entirely too much work

3 .When do you put up the tree? typically the weekend following Thanksgiving

4. When do you take your tree ? usually on New Year's Day

5 . Do you like eggnog? no; just give me the liquor straight and don't fuss it up with the nog

6 . Favorite gift received as a child? I remember getting Dolly Pops one year and in high school, I got a Discman that I used for years.  When I see pictures of it now, all I can think is how HUGE it was.

7 . Hardest person to buy for? Paul's parents (I would say his brother and SIL but we've just stopped buying them anything and now send something for their whole family)

8 . Easiest person to buy for? myself  (the cat always gets me some lovely gifts)

9 . Do you have a nativity scene? Yes.  It's the one thing I will always put out even if I don't put up a tree (which I always do even if no one is coming to the house)

10 . Mail or email Christmas cards? mail although this year, I don't know if we'll actually get them sent out

11 . Worst Christmas gift you ever received?  I don't know if it was really the "worst" but it was the oddest definitely--a pair of earrings made from ostrich egg shells with some type of Southwestern design painted on them.  I normally just wear the small diamond studs Paul got me for our first anniversary so to say that these aren't my style is an understatement.

12 . Favorite Christmas movie? Love, Actually for sappy romantic comedy; Elf for comedy

13 . When do you start shopping for Christmas? about September--I like to be almost done by Thanksgiving

14 . Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? Probably but I can't think of a specific.  Anyone in need of some ostrich egg shell earrings?

15 . Favorite thing to eat at Christmas?  Food.  Honestly, I'm not picky.  I love all the fat-laden, high calorie fare that is offered this time of year.  Even if I don't, I'll still eat it.

16 . Lights on tree, colored or clear? Paul likes colored lights; I prefer clear.  Paul doesn't help so we have clear lights.

17 . Favorite Christmas song?  This is hard to narrow down--I like so much of it.  Happy Christmas by John Lennon, Feliz Navidad by Jose Feliciano, Last Christmas by Wham!, and Do You Hear What I Hear? and if it's the version by Whitney Houston, I think I can sing it just as good as she does which I know I can't but I sure do try.  I believe it could best be termed "gusto"

18 . Travel at Christmas or stay home? I would love to stay home but if we want to see family, we must travel

19 . Can you name all of Santa's reindeers? yes although some of them might be going incognito when I give you the list

20 . Angel on the tree top or a star?  I have this lovely star but it's pretty heavy for the top of the tree so it always looks like it's in danger of toppling over.  I should get a new one but I really like this star and Paul appreciates how hard I work to try to make the blooming thing work every year.

21 . Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning? Oh, we have a funny story here.  I might have told it before but it's one of those great family stories.  Amy, just stop reading now because you know what's coming and you'll get exasperated.  We still lived in Dumas so it was pre-1988 and my sisters and I were hounding the parents to open a present.  It was probably Christmas Eve or it could have been the 21st.  Who knows.  Anyhow, my parents agreed and Mom rooted around to find three presents--one for each of us to open.  We all opened them at the same time to find--WASHCLOTHS!  Yay!  Just what we always wanted (although we did need them).  Donna and I were laughing about it and Amy was not in any joking mood.  She was a little peeved that our one present got wasted with washcloths.  Every once in a while, someone will still give her some washcloths because if my family is good for anything, it's for taking a joke WAY too far.  As for when we open presents now, because we all travel and are usually between three or four families, we just open them whenever--start the 20th and end sometime after New Year's.

22 . Most annoying thing about this time of the year? Trying to see everyone and spend enough time at each house that people are happy; it's never a nice relaxing, sit around the fire drinking the liquor from the eggnog kind of holiday

23 . Favorite ornament theme or color?  I don't really have a theme or a color that I go with in decorating.  Is hodge-podge a theme?  I guess there is some uniformity in that I like rustic/handmade-looking ornaments and decorations (not that I actually hand-make any of them).  My favorite thing is Jub's stocking because our cat has a personalized stocking.

24 . Favorite for Christmas dinner?  Food?  It seems like it's been so long since I've been at a place for an actual Christmas dinner.  I like ham.  When we hosted Christmas in 2005, I also cooked a turkey.

25 . What do you want for Christmas this year?  I have no idea.  A new dining room table?  How boring and grown-up is that.  The $10,000 that has been lost in my 403b?  That would be really nice.   :::sigh::: I'm going to end up with underwear from Santa because I can't think of anything to ask for.  What's really bad is I wouldn't be too sad about it.

26 . Who is most likely to respond to this?  any other NaBloPoMo posters who are also desperate for a topic the last five days of the month

27 . Who is least likely to respond to this? any of the rest of you people

P.S.  Santa NEVER wrapped the presents.  How on earth would he have time with all the millions of gifts he had to deliver?

Day 24: Even more nothing

This is the downside to trying to complete a task such as NaBloPoMo--having to write something every day.

Today was a pretty decent day but just one of the many days that make up life. Paul is in CA at Berkeley doing testing until Wednesday afternoon. I had a pleasant enough day at work, had a yearbook meeting after school, went to the gym, came home, had dinner, and have passed the evening watching television and working on the scarf. I've already had to start a list of things I need to get a the grocery store. I'm probably going to soak in the tub here in just a bit. I've got no inspiration to write about anything in particular.

That's my day. The End

Day 23: A very, very, very fine house

When Paul and I had been married a couple of months, we decided that it would be fun to start looking at model homes. We'd not really talked about it but had an unspoken agreement that our first anniversary was a good goal date to be in a house. The apartment we lived in are just down the street from our house and 8 1/2 years ago, there was tons of construction going on in this area. I think we did everything realtors tell you not to do when looking for a new house--we weren't preapproved, we had no wishlist, we didn't know how much we should spen, we had no idea of what we even wanted. We just thought it would be a fun way to pass a few Sunday afternoons for the next 6-12 months.

We wandered down to a few homes in the area that looked like we could possibly afford them and we could have at the time although it would have left cash a bit tight. We met one realtor who didn't seem to find that idea unappealing and couldn't understand why we did. Needless to say, we didn't use him in our search. After about three weeks, we wandered down the street and into the model for what would become the floorplan for our house. In just a moment, I knew that this could be our house. I don't know if Paul was as convinced but he did like the house. We looked at the other three floorplans and agreed that this one was the best for a variety of reasons, the fact that we could afford it being the big one. We asked Paul's parents to come walk through the house with us--afterwards, we got a note from Paul's dad that I wish I'd kept in which he talked about how he wouldn't offer us much advice since we had to figure this out on our own but he was proud of us taking this step and would support whatever our decision would be.

We broke ground on March 2, 2000, five months after our wedding and closed on the house June 29, 2000. We upgraded a few things in the house but were mostly just overwhelmed with the prospect of being homeowners. We were 25 and 27 and well over our heads when we signed those closing documents. Over the past eight years, we've done two remodels to make the house a little more ours and make better use of the 1600 sq. ft. we've got. We continue to slowly upgrade the contractor grade finishings that were first put in, mostly just because I get a whim and Paul indulges me. It's a good little house--I've always wished the living room were just a smidge bigger--but really, it's big enough for the two of us and a wee one, if/when we add one of those. There are plenty of happy memories in this little house--parties, holidays, birthdays, friends, each other--and I think those happy memories well outweigh any others.

We've often commented how fortunate we were to buy our house when we did. This was one time of being in the right place at the right time. We closed with what was to quickly become a ridiculously high interest rate (30-year, 8.675% and that was changed at the 11th hour from 8.75%) but we bought before the housing boom so the price was still affordable. We refinanced down to 7% about eight months after we moved in and refinanced again about a year after that to an even more significantly lower rate (5% on a 15 year mortgage--I'm probably not supposed to say that in polite company but even six years later, we're pretty impressed with those numbers). We'll definitely be staying put for a few years anyway--I'd hate to have to sell the house right now--and just continue to do little things to make it home. I think Paul has a little dream to actually pay off the mortgage. Give us about 8 more years and we'll have it done.

There's really no reason for my musing on my house tonight except the fact that I just finished cleaning my house and was thinking that maybe I don't dislike a 2-story house. I've always thought I'd like a nice little brick ranch, just like what I grew up in, but there are some definite advantages to more than one floor. One of the specific reasons I liked this house was the ability to have a guest bedroom on the first floor and add a shower to the bathroom. We have two more bedrooms and bathrooms upstairs. And because they are upstairs, people rarely wander up to use the bathrooms up there. Guests all stay on the first floor. My bedroom and bathroom could look pretty scrungy and no one is any the wiser. Not that I did--the entire house is now shiny clean--but it is nice to have that ability to be just a little lazier should I ever desire (not that I have in the past 8 1/2 years. I figure if I'm cleaning, I might as well get it all).

My favorite picture of the house from the New Year's Eve 2006 snowstorm. When Paul's grandmother first saw a picture of our house, she commented that it wasn't a real house. We don't know if that was because of the flat roof (very common in this part of NM), the stucco (about all you can buy here), or that it is a townhouse.

Day 22: Organization

As has been mentioned before, I am hosting Thanksgiving at my house this year. I'm doing it all--the turkey, the sides, the desserts, the day before, the day after, and the day after that. In order to make certain to limit the number of extra runs to the grocery store (which is less than a mile from the house but still), I made menus and very complete grocery list.

Yes, there are spots for checks next to the items. Yes, there is a title on the first page.

As I was walking into Trader Joe's this morning, a gentleman walking behind me commented that that was some serious organization. I think he was either really impressed or slightly skeptical about my sanity. Perhaps both. The checker liked that I included a title. To be fair, I was making several To Do lists--Thanksgiving grocery list, Christmas present list, Stuff I Need to Do NOW list. So, I'm not completely insane. And yes, I could have looked at any of the lists and seen which was which but this makes it even easier. I don't even have to scan beyond the top line.

And as you can see, I was able to get everything minus the corn dogs for the kids. I figure there is at least one more grocery run before Thanksgiving and someone can pick them up then. I wouldn't want to be too thorough. Just thorough enough to plan for someone else to do it.

Day 21: Knitting

I'm getting better at it. Paul commented again tonight that I don't curse nearly as much as I did when I first started. I don't make nearly as many mistakes so there's no need to cuss.

I am currently working on my fifth scarf. I should probably venture out beyond scarves but why mess with a good thing. I think I'm going to try for a hat next.

Pictures to come eventually.

Day 20: Bah-Humbug

December is less than two weeks away and I'm just not ready for it. I'm not in the mood for the holidays. I've started a smidgen of shopping--in other years, I'm done by now with things already wrapped. Usually, I've scanned all the catalogs and emails I receive and I've got a whole host of items on my wish list (which is part entertainment and part true wish list). This year, I just can't find the motivation. Perhaps it's the dismal reports on the news every night. Perhaps it's the weather. I dunno. I'm working on it though.

Perhaps we can start with an old stand-by. Maybe that will get me in the mood.

I don't know if these are necessary but they look useful.

Paul claims we don't have any room in our kitchen but I can find room for these.

If the goat doesn't get him, this will definitely drive Paul crazy.

I would like this in the guest room which is my totally girly room in the house. Sorry male houseguests.

I love accessories like this, or this, or even this.

I think this little stool would be a nice replacement for the paint-splatter thing we use now.

For all the weekend jaunts we take. Whenever we actually get to jaunt.

And I love the sparkly look of all of this.

This would be a good read. This would too. This I could use next week.

These would be useful with the above gifts.

This makes me smile.

Practical (and decorative, in a way)

We might be fighting over lounging time (although after the past month, I'll give Paul all the time he wants).

Or heck, why not this. Who needs any backyard?

Speaking of Paul, he'd probably like this, or this, and most likely this.

A few ideas for those in the gift-giving circle. I never think I'm hard to shop for but then again, I know what I like (quirky, off-beat, vintage, shiny, sparkly).

Day 19: Tired but someone else is even more tired

I'm a bit of an insomniac when Paul is out of town or when he is working late. Even when he's at home working or just up late, I always feel the need to "hang" with him. It makes no sense--I have to be to work by 7:45 so he's rolling out of bed about the time I'm leaving.

But here I sit at 11:00, needing to go to bed but writing on the computer with a cat competing for lap space. So, while my tired is self-induced, Paul's is the result of too much work and not enough time. Paul has been at work until 2:00 a.m. the past two days and he had to leave by 7:00 this morning to head up to the base. Hopefully he won't be as late tonight since he's supposed to be at the base and testing by 7:00. He's still not home. Silly boy has fashioned what he's calling a "hobo bed" in a spare office--he took all the foam out of the packing crates they use when they're flying and is stretching out on that on the floor as time permits. He claims it is quite comfy. I like he's delusional from the lack of sleep. He's got one more trip in early December but doesn't have to do much for it. Hopefully things will calm down after that.

That's it. I've got to call it a night.

Day 18: Nothing today

Just had a day at work--nothing good, nothing bad. Just busy enough to stay busy but not so swamped that I couldn't complete a few other little tasks. We'll start Secret Pals tomorrow. I need to remember how we did it last year so that the other lady and I assigning names didn't know who had us. . . .

Paul got home about 2:00 this morning and is going to have another late night tonight. Unfortunately, the cat isn't much of a conversationalist. I think I'll finally watch some of my Netflix movies that have been sitting next to the television since school started. Yeah. They make money off of us.

Day 17: Because really, I kind of like the guy

Paul is having a rough patch at work still. He worked all day Saturday and Sunday, taking a break to have lunch with me and some friends after church. But even then, we just went to the restaurant across the street from his office so he wouldn't have to take too much time away from work. I just hate when he looks as frazzled and sad and frustrated by work. He says it is all worth it--but I have to wonder what it's doing to his health.

This afternoon when we were talking, he said he was just ready for a vacation when he could sit and look at fish. He didn't care if it was at an aquarium, in someone's house, or at the beach--he is just ready for vacation. He commented that he's already finished his part of the project as well as some of the stuff that was supposed to be finished by two others. Unfortunately for Paul this happens more often than it should. One of the coworkers has received a written warning for failing to complete the projects by deadline. My suggestion was to go from the point of the economy--you can't expect to find another job right away, we can't afford to keep you if you don't pull your weight and we won't be able to keep you because we'll lose contracts. No, it might not be the job these people want right now and maybe they should cut ties but it seems to me that for a bit, you just hang tight and do a good job even if you aren't 100% happy. It's what I'm trying to do.

I need to go do dishes. But before, I was looking through the pictures on this computer. Here are a few random ones from vacations or outtings we've taken when Paul has been able to get away that I don't think I've ever shared.

Day 16: Words

In a lack of anything else to write about today, I present a list of words I find interesting, entertaining, or that make me giggle.

aghast

waft

asinine

circumvent

elocution

conundrum

penal

palindrome

gesticulate

crotchety

curmudgeon

pilfer

asylum

percussion

anthropology

forum

obligatory

embedded

innuendo

savory

masquerade

unkempt

easement

sconce

humorous

demarcation

retribution

patina

textile

illicit

Yep. I need to find something more productive to do with my time.

Day 15: Saturday

Today has been pleasantly busy for me, filled with little projects to pass the time. Unfortunately, Paul hasn't been able to join me with any of it. There was some type of issue at work and he had to go in. It's not unusual but I always feel bad when I see how beat down and tired he is. I asked him today if it was still worth it (being "the boss") and he said it still is but it would be nice to just be able to finally have a break. I couldn't agree more.

This morning, Paul left for an early morning haircut and I was left at home to wait for a package he was expecting to help deal with the issue at work. It didn't arrive while I was waiting but because he didn't believe me, Paul checked outside the door just in case. He didn't find his package but he did find a little canister of cookies and a note from our neighbors Ronald and Lee Ann. I'd sent Lee Ann a little card wishing her well at her new job and thankfully she found it as amusing as I did (it was actually a birthday card and although I know her birthday is in March, it was too funny not to send now). When I called her to thank her for the cookies, she let me know that they had heard a little more about the incident at our neighbors' house. Sadly (but thankfully, which isn't the "right" word but it kind of is), our neighbor did commit suicide. I had asked the school police officer about all the police on the scene and she said that most likely, given his position, it was a precautionary thing to have that many people there. Lee Ann has seen our neighbor briefly and she brought down a card for him that she's having all the neighbors to sign if they'd like.

Paul's package arrived just a little later so I was able to get the day started and stop my all-important task of sitting and waiting (not that I had to sit but I did). I didn't have lots to accomplish today, just enough to keep busy. Paul had to head up to work, which is where he still is at this time, almost 12 hours later. I did go up to visit with him for about 45 minutes this afternoon and even managed to do a little problem-solving for him. Not that I actually solved the problem--a chip was fabbed incorrectly and I figured out how it was wrong--but it got them to a starting point on fixing it.

This morning, I headed up to JLA's holiday bazaar. This is the second year of the bazaar--it is a much smaller, much more manageable replacement to the huge bazaar the JLA organized for many years. I had a good time--I went by myself this year (last year I went with my mother-in-law) but there were enough other Leaguers there as well as a friend from church that I wasn't a lonely shopper. I didn't intend to buy anything--just put in a necessary appearance because I am a Board member and need to support such things. Best laid plans. I did make it out of there spending under $100 but of the things I bought, I needed exactly none of it.

From there, I headed to Trader Joe's to get things for the week and start the holiday shopping. I got a few things for Thanksgiving--about a month ago, I bought a pack of baby sweet potatoes and yams. The evening I made them for dinner, Paul and I were talking about something and he wasn't paying much attention to what he was eating when suddenly he stopped and asked if there were more of the potatoes because they were good. So, we'll be having that with Thanksgiving dinner and I decided on a pumpkin pie as a second dessert. At least, I bought pumpkin to make a pie. If it is decided to have something else, then we can do that too. I'm very flexible in the area of dessert.

The evening has been pretty quiet. I haven't heard from Paul since I got home from his office--hopefully that is a sign that things are going well. Often he calls because he needs a break from the frustration of things not working. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that it is a good sign. He's going back up to work tomorrow. Nevermind. Just as I was typing this, Paul called to tell me that it's going pretty much as bad as can be expected. I don't know what the means for him or for this project but I'm sure it's more troubles. I'm so bummed now. I just wish for his sake that things would go right for a while and then for a while longer and that everyone would behave. I'd like to have my husband back for a bit.

In the meantime, made banana bread this evening. I also finally mounted and hung the St. Brigid's Cross I bought in Ireland. It is made from rushes from River Shannon. Paul says that it is probably just a line they used to get tourists to buy the things and it's really made from weeds from someone's backyard. Could be but at least they're Irish weeds. It is said to hang the cross in the rafters to protect the house from evil and want. I hope by the front door works just as well.

Day 14: Menus

Since we're hosting my parents and possibly/probably* Paul's parents for Thanksgiving (and maybe another 1-5 people**), I've been going just a wee bit overboard looking at ideas and possiblities for recipes and decorating. It's not that I'll do all the decorating I'm looking at--my cat eats fresh flowers and my husband rolls his eyes (although I think there is some place deep down that actually *likes* all the extra fluff and stuff). Plus, I always decorate for Christmas the weekend after Thanksgiving and honestly I'm a little too lazy to do both. Maybe I'll get a nice centerpiece and hide it from the Jubinator until lunch on Thursday.

My parents will be in town from Tuesday evening until early Sunday morning so I've got to plan food. Even if it is just sandwiches for lunch, I have to make certain we have bread which we currently don't have. Here's what I'm thinking about having on hand. Of course, this could change once I actually get to the grocery store.

Wednesday
Breakfast/lunch: on your own (unfortunately, I have to work on Wednesday. My student aides did invite my parents to come up to school so they could talk to them. What good kids.)

Dinner: Chicken fajitas, beans, rice, chips, salsa, guacamole

Thursday
Breakfast: pancakes & bacon

Lunch: roasted turkey and gravy, cornbread dressing, Paul's favorite green beans, mashed potoatoes and/or sweet potatoes, fruit salad, rolls, cranberry relish, maybe another vegetable

Dessert: Oregon apple pie (recipe follows), something else but not sure what. Any suggestions?

Dinner: leftovers if you're still hungry

Friday
Breakfast: oh, maybe I'll make biscuits and sausage gravy. Paul would love me forever.

Lunch: sandwiches, chips/leftovers

Dinner: probably eat out--Garduno's or Sadies or Dion's

Saturday
Breakfast: cereal, toast, oatmeal, frozen waffles--whatever you can find

Lunch: Are will still eating? Is it even necessary?

Dinner: I believe we'll all just stand and stare into the refrigerator.

Sunday
Mom and Dad leave before dawn so I'll probably just stop at Starbucks on the way home for caffeine

*Paul's parents are currently in Ohio helping my father-in-law's sister and brother-in-law who've both had health issues. Uncle Tom fell recently and broke his leg and had a serious blow to the head also. He's still very disoriented and cranky. Aunt Virginia had back surgery and there were some complications. My in-laws have now been there about three weeks, which is about 2.5 weeks longer than planned. We're not sure they'll be home in another two weeks for Thanksgiving or if they'll stay up in that area and visit other family in the area or swing by Alan & Julie's or stop in Kansas to see Owen.

**My friend Devlyn might be a stray during the holiday so I've already told her that she would be coming to the house no matter who else was here. We'll find room for her even if someone has to eat standing up (not really, we've got chairs. Maybe not table room but chairs.) Amy and her family might also come but they might also head to Texline. I can see both sides of that argument and both are valid. For selfish reasons, we'd love to have them here but I'll understand if they opt not to come.

And the recipe for Thanksgiving dessert. I found this ages ago--I was probably in high school the first time I made it and it is still one of my favorites.

Oregon Apple Pie

Ingredients:
4 lg Apples
2 tb Granulated Sugar
2 ts Cinnamon, Ground

-----TOPPING-----
6 oz Butter, Melted
1 c Brown Sugar
1 c Pecans, Chopped
1 c All-Purpose Flour
2 Eggs, Beaten
Powdered Sugar

Directions:Preheat the oven to 350 degrees. Peel and slice the apples. Arrange the apple slices in an even layer in a lightly greased pie plate. Sprinkle with sugar and cinnamon. Prepare the topping by combining cooled melted butter, brown sugar, chopped nuts and flour in a bowl. Add the eggs and blend thoroughly. Spread the topping evenly over the apples. Bake until the apples are soft and the topping is lightly browned (about 35 minutes). Sprinkle with powdered sugar. Great with ice cream or frozen yogurt.

Day 13: A Bad Night

I think the stress of yesterday and the weekend caught up with me at about 2:00 this morning. That's when I woke up having an anxiety attack--heart-racing, short of breath. I laid in bed doing yoga breath for about 45 minutes when my stomach decided to act up. Nothing like an anxiety attack and a wonky stomach to make for a good night. Thankfully, during all my up and down, I was able to not wake Paul up until I got up about 5:15 to put in a sub request. I probably could have gone to work today but less than three hours of sleep wouldn't have made for a good day.

The neighborhood is back to normal this morning, aside from the neighbor's car still in our driveway. The pickup driven by the man at the house in question last night isn't there this morning. As Paul and I were saying, we don't know anything new and we only know one thing for certain. There was nothing on the news this morning and I haven't yet seen a paper to see if anything was in there. Surely if the paper can report on two students at my school imbibing a bit (really, it did as if this is a totally unusual situation at any secondary school in APS), it will have a blurb on this.

Day 12: Heartsick

I got home about 6:20 from a hair appointment to see a police car sitting in front of the house across the street from me. I know it had just arrived since I'd seen it go up Academy just a bit ahead of me. Mrs. Kravitz that I am, I wandered out to the mailbox (which I actually would have done anyway) to see if the cop happened out of his car so I could talk to him or if something else happened. My initial worry was that something had happened to the neighbor across the street because she lives alone. Shortly after I got back inside, I called Paul to tell him that there were now five police cars sitting on the street and two ambulances had just arrived, all without lights and sirens. They were going into the garage of the house three doors down. I waited out in the driveway for a bit to see if a police officer came out so I could ask if everything was OK. Another neighbor, the next-door neighbor to where all the happenings were going on, saw me and stopped to asked if I knew anything.

No one came out during the time I was outside so I went back inside to call Paul to tell him what was happening in the neighborhood. When I went back out (yes, I'm nosy but this just didn't seem to bode well since no police were milling about outside), I saw Ronald and Lee Ann getting home so I walked down to chat. She has just started a new job so even if there weren't all the extra excitement, I would have wanted to talk with her. I saw him as I was heading to their house at the other end of my block. He stopped one of the police officers on his way to the mailbox and was able to ask what was happening. He was told that it was a crime scene but the neighborhood was secure.

A random mix of neighbors wandered out to stand in Ronald and Lee Ann's driveway for a good hour, speculating what had happened, retelling what we knew, talking about the few times we did share with them. Both ambulances left empty, which we agreed was a bad thing. A few more police cars came including a sergeant and a crime scene van. We saw the police looking into the man of the house's vehicle. We saw a police officer go to another neighbor's house--the one that I'd spoken with just a bit ago--to talk with the husband there. We all agreed that this didn't bode well for what was happening. After a bit, another neighbor, who'd been out with us earlier, came out to tell us that the neighbor who had been visited by the police had called them to let them know what was going on. The police had asked if they had heard anything--any arguing, anything suspicious--and confirmed that she (the woman in the house) was deceased.

We were all completely gobsmacked. Things like this don't happen in our neighborhood. We'd all speculated the worst but to have it actually confirmed--even third-hand--wasn't what we'd expected. Definitely not what we'd been hoping or praying to hear about. Paul arrived a little later and wandered down to the driveway where we'd convened so we caught him up on the news. Some other neighbors came out and we let them know what was going on, careful not to spread gossip, just telling what we'd been told. I guess it could be considered gossip since none of us actually know firsthand but there was a little we knew for certain. One neighbor, who we just met tonight, was a bit more for the sensationalism and pointed out when there was crying coming from the house. There was but we don't know from whom or why. About that time, Paul suggested, and I agreed, that it was time to head home. We knew enough and the rest was going into gossip.

As we got to our house, we saw a neighbor trying to get home. His driveway was blocked by a police car so we motioned for him to park in our driveway for as long as needed. About that same time, our next-door neighbor arrived so we caught them both up on what we knew, again trying not to spread gossip but simply the facts. Stuff like this isn't a frequent accurance so it is unnerving to arrive home to seven police cars lining your street.

None of us know these neighbors particularly well. They moved in a bit before we did eight years ago. Paul and I have spoken with them a few times, she came to the first open house party we had for neighbors a few months after we moved in, but mostly we just waved to them when we would see them from time to time. They are probably in their early 40's. We know he was an FBI agent and she worked for the police department. I know they had parrots. That's it.

We still haven't heard anything about him.

I went outside again about 30 minutes ago. It seems like our neighborhood--quiet and calm. Dark. Sleepy. Except it's not. The police cars were still outside, the garage door still open, police officers still coming and going.

My heart is absolutely broken. I don't know what to think. I'm saddened, I'm perplexed. I've drank a couple of beers tonight, unusual for me on a school night, because I just needed something. Another neighbor had offered a glass of wine when we were outside because she felt the same way. We'll watch the news tonight and read the paper tomorrow, trying to find out something else. Some little something to let us know about what was happening behind the door. It definitely shows that you just never know.

Day 11: Late

I was in Amarillo this weekend and left this morning to head back home. Since we won't be able to go to Texas for Thanksgiving, this was my trip back for that. I was able to visit with both sets of grandparents while I was there. Gran made a cake for my birthday and invited Amy and her family over to watch the Tech football game. Thankfully, the game wasn't as thrilling as the prior week's game but the end result was the same. Tech plays OU in two weeks--hopefully that one will come out with another W but it will be a toughy.

Sunday evening, I went over to my uncle's house to visit my paternal grandparents and help them out with doctors' appointments and other things. They are as good as can be expected--Granddad is frail and weak, a result of his chemo treatments and age all catching up with him and Grandmother is stressed because of Granddad's failing health. I played chauffeur for them on Monday, heading to the audiologist to get Granddad's hearing aids checked, stopping by the bank and the grocery store, and helping Grandmother fill up the car. This is a recently acquired skill for her and as she told me, it wouldn't be so hard if the pumps were all the same. I agree. We were at the grocery store near my uncle's house and the nice gentleman who was the attendant came out to see if we needed help (it was taking a while because I was helping Grandmother through the steps and I couldn't figure out the gascap on the car--it doesn't untwist, just one twist and it pops off). I suggested she just frequent that gas station any time she needed help and one of us weren't around to do it. If she can master one pump, it will be a big step and I think that nice man would fill the car for her.

That afternoon, I took them over to the urologist for Granddad's last chemo treatment for the bladder cancer. It really took it's toll on him and it was a rough night for both of them--Granddad because he didn't feel well and Grandmother because she was up with him and worried. I wish I hadn't had to leave as early as I did but I needed to get back to do a few things in town before the JLA meeting this evening. When I spoke with Grandmother this afternoon, Granddad was doing better--at least the worst had passed and he hadn't gotten a chill as a result of the chemo--and had gotten up. Hopefully, the follow-up appointment will go well and he can put this behind him for a while.

And now it's late and I'm shivering and cold. I need to head up the stairs to the warm bed to snuggle with the warm cat (warm husband won't come to bed for another hour or two).