Day 18: Jan 18, 2009
It seems like the best sunsets usually happen in the summer and fall, but I knew when I saw the clouds this evening that we’d be in for a good one.
Day 17: Jan. 17, 2009
My mom gave Abigail my old metronome for Christmas, along with several of my piano books. I think I was more excited to see it than she was – it’s kind of mesmerizing, and brings back many memories of rushing through my pieces, and moving that little slider down until it kept pace with me. I’m pretty sure that’s not how it’s supposed to work, but it’s a lot more fun that way.
Day 16, Jan. 16 2009
So I can see more of these. After next week, the sun rises when we’re still getting ready for school. And of course it gets earlier and earlier as the days get longer and longer. But we’ll get to enjoy this kind of view again in March, when we push the clocks ahead, artificially creating a “later” sunrise.
Day 15, Jan. 15, 2009
This is a stack of about half of the books that I’ve started and then forgotten about, for various reasons. Either I got bored, or the road trip ended, or I lost the book under the bed for 8 months. I still want to finish these though. Really, I do. There are other books that I start and can never get into, and I don’t even bother pretending that I’m going to finish those. Many of Oprah’s book club books fit into that category, yet I’m still drawn to them because they inevitably have intriguing covers and I’m a sucker for a good book cover.
Day 14: Jan. 14, 2009
I’m baffled at Moose’s inability to get warm in the winter. He’s a dog. With a fur coat. From Labrador. Ok, so Moose isn’t straight from the snowy north, but the breed did originate there. I guess dogs, like (most) people, adapt to whatever climate they’re in. Still – he seems to crave the warmth more than any of us, and you’ll often find him sunning himself outside, even in the dog days of summer. In the winter, he just tries to sit on top of the closest warm body – even if that body is perpetually cold due to a complete lack of body fat (see Exhibit A, below). As far as Moose is concerned, labby heads belong in laps, not computers, and there are many times when he rests his enormous head on my computer and I suddenly find myself typing in Swahili, or opening every file on my hard drive. I tried to capture this exact moment with Travis, but he shoved Moose’s head out of the way just before I took the picture because he is heartless and doesn’t care about frostbitten dog noses.
The only thing that stinks about combining multiple entries per day is that it’s nearly impossible to think of a title that is interesting and makes sense for three different photos. Bah. So I’m going to switch things up a bit and make multiple posts per day (per day that I actually blog that is, which will not be every day). That way the titles will go with the pictures, and I won’t have to spend so much time thinking.
Day 13: Jan 13, 2009
The biggest attraction at our house, besides the new fish, is the Trampoline of Death. The net is long gone, but the poles are still jutting out at awkward angles, some broken off because the kids occasionally dangle from them. Essentially, it’s a pediatrician’s worst nightmare, and we require parents to sign waiver of liability before their kids are allowed in the backyard.
Now that the weather has finally remembered that it is indeed January, a winter month, the air is dry and the trampoline creates static electricity like nobody’s business – especially when you wear fleece and roll around on your head. This is Abby’s friend Maranda – but if you want to call her Abby, that’s ok, since everyone else does. For some reason their teacher is always mixing the two of them up, and random people ask if they’re twins (seriously!) or sisters. I don’t know – I just don’t see the resemblance.
(from Christmas Eve, just for comparison purposes)
Filed under: food, kids, Project 365, sports | Tags: Christmas decorations, gas, Project 365, sushi, Wii injury
Day 7: Jan. 7, 2009
I always drag my feet when it comes to putting up the Christmas decorations. The house just seems naked after all the garland, lights, and decorations come down – it’s all kind of depressing. PHDD: Post-Holiday Decoration Disappointment. The corner by the bookcase looks empty, the mantle is bare, and the staircase isn’t nearly as much fun without the twinkle lights lighting the way. Plus, I have to box up homemade decorations like these that Travis brought home this year – a tissue paper snowman and string art tree. Until next year…
Day 8: Jan. 8, 2009
Unleaded at Costco: $1.51 a gallon. I filled up the tank for just under $30, and took a picture so I could show it to the kids in 20 years, and blather on about how back in my day, the gas was under $10 a gallon, and we actually had to push our carts through the aisles at Costco rather than zip around in our newfangled HoverRounds. I’m not sure what exactly I’ll be proving – that gas wasn’t always $12.49 a gallon (at least it wasn’t for a brief period in 2009), or that we used to put this expensive stuff called gasoline in our cars. I’m hoping it’s the latter.
Day 9: Jan 9, 2009
Our Girl Scout troop went to Young Chefs Academy to work on a cooking badge. And I didn’t have to plan a thing.
Day. 10: Jan 10, 2009
Abby had a friend spend the night, and none of us wanted pizza or leftovers, so we went to one of our favorite sushi places – Origami. That yummy looking roll in the middle is called the Bob Marley – salmon, avocado and jalepeno rolled up with fresh tuna and a spicy sauce on top. Seriously good. And they have those nifty low tables where you stick your legs into the little hole in the floor – the kids love that part. And by kids, I mean me.
Day 11: Jan 11, 2009
Day 12: Jan 12, 2009
Travis got a little too enthusiastic playing the Wii on Friday, and slammed his thumb into the stool that holds up the sensor bar. Since I wasn’t home to rush him to the emergency room or call Life Flight (according to Neil), he didn’t see a doctor until Sunday. The doctor was only mildly horrified that we had waited 2 and a half days, and was also shocked that it wasn’t broken at the joint, since it was roughly twice as large as his other thumb, and black and blue. He thinks he saw a chip at the tip of the bone, but there’s nothing you can do for that anyway, so we wound up with a $300 splint.
Travis was pretty stoked that he would have the perfect excuse to give up writing for a while, but his teacher wasn’t having any of that, and told him to do his homework with his other hand. I didn’t think it was possible to dread homework anymore than I do now, but oh, how wrong I was…