The Christmas tree has received a one-day stay of execution before it gets recycled into mulch or tiger toys or whatever it is that the city uses them for these days. With the Resident Offspring flying back to university today, it would have been too much for the Slightly Retarded Kitty to handle. With the house so suddenly quiet and empty, she needs to vanquish that tree skirt more than ever before. And we need all the sparkly lights we can get. We've moved the dining room table back to its spot under the window and put the board games back down in the basement. The Parcheesi game that I bought for this year's incarnation of the annual Christmas board game challenge was a huge hit. I've lost track of how many times we played, but the cut-throat aspect of the competition was escalating at such an exponential rate that it was good that Christmas vacation ended before we could do lasting damage to one another. Dang fun it was, though.
So we will be dusting off the Skype machine, weaning ourselves of our cookie dependancy, and emerging from self-imposed exile. Eventually the baby steps will stop hurting, and we will sprint into the next year, tilting at windmills and taking baseball bats to mailboxes as we pass.
How are you going to deal with January?
15 comments:
I've never played Parcheesi but I bet it's a lot of fun!
maybe I'll just go to Hawaii for a week
I agree on the sparkly lights-- that's what I miss most when the decorations go away.
I'm going to get through January by looking forward to February in which I have a beach trip planned. I can't help it, it's how I survive winter.
Happy New Year, Barb!
I pulled the sparkly lights down and have now settled in for a long night with me and my Winter Silks. Okay, I feel pervy just saying that. Um, I plan to eat the remaining 20 pounds of junk food in the house and then lurch forward from there.
It's loads of cut-throat fun, Mr Anchovy! Very simple, but strategic game.
Off-hand that would be the best way I can think of to survive January, Kelly.
Never apologize for managing your winters the way that the rest of us can only dream of doing, Lesley. You are obviously doing something right.
I've only got about 17 lbs of junk food left to scarf down, Dale. Bet you I'll have mine eaten a good week before you do.
Our tree is on the curb this very moment. The large birch in our front yard is strangely quiet.
Now my attention is focusing on March break in New Orleans.
New Orleans in March? Yeah, that would get me through January as well, John. Go team Mutford!
Family games are supposed to escalate to a near-murderous level. You were doing it right!
Adding more honey to my tea. As anything else might be frowned upon at work.
Although tipsy grant writing might be just the right challenge.
I am so relieved to hear that, Beckeye! It's probably a good thing we stopped short of actual homicide, isn't it?
Sometimes a glass of wine is what you need to loosen up those creative synapses, Al. You might want to mention that to your boss.
We had a white spruce this year. By the time we undecorated it every single needle had fallen! Talk about a sad and depressing sight.
Our (plastic) tree usually doesn't come down until March or thereabouts, but unfortunately we've gorged on all the cookies already. Also I Googled Parcheesi and turns out it is the same game I know as Ludo (awesome!), although Parcheesi sounds deliciouser.
Christmas was undeniably over at your house, Leazwell! I hope you at least had a bit of shortbread left to help you over that sad sight.
Ludo? How cool that we play the same game, BAP! It sort of erases the miles, doesn't it?
BeckEye is right - you're not doing it right unless you want to kill your next of kin before the game is over. That might be why my family rarely touches board games anymore. Monopoly or the Game of Life is risky business in my family. I'll stick to Scrabble. :)
For January I am going to be focused on apartment hunting and beginning my purge of the old and unused piling up in my closet and under the bed. Fun? Maybe not, but it's pretty darn therapeutic!
I agree, Todd! Purging is definitely therapeutic, and I actually find it, if not exactly as fun as walloping someone's ass at a board game, then at least as satisfying. Good luck apartment hunting.
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