Writing comes easily if you have something to say.
I vacillate wildly between having nothing to say (Really: nada, zilch.) --
and having so much to say that I can't lasso and corral the words to say it all.
|The trek through the woods behind the house, on the way to the sledding hills.|
|That's Anna there, who was right in front of Dan and me on the upward slog.|
But, who's that coming down the hill on the green sled?
|Still can't quite tell. He was coming really fast!|
|And before we could really react, we realized that he was coming, indeed! --|
directly at US!
|And missed hitting us by about 2' maybe! The stinker! You know he did|
that on purpose!
|And who was it? Dominic, of course! "Nanook of the North!"|
|There he goes, back up the hill, with us following. (Huffing and puffing by this time,|
and the wind is starting to hit us, full force, now that we're out of the cover of the
|Here we found William (pink hat) and Gabriel (red hat) already at the top,|
having already sledded down a couple times.
|The wind is blowing right through Theresa's hat. But Anna's hat (a gift from|
Paul, her KK),is doing a great job for her ears!
|Here's the sledding gang, December 28th, 2015 (l-r): William, Dominic,Cathy,|
Theresa, Gabriel, Anna, Dan -- and me, behind the camera)
|Gabe is already worn out. No kidding, the wind and tramping up and down|
the hill takes it out of ya!
|William. His cheeks match his hat. He was cold! But he was a trooper,|
broken arm and all! (He only actually sledded down a couple times and was
very careful, but figured the cast protected his arm one arm pretty well. The
other bones were still at risk, though... Mom tries not to linger on that notion..)
|Cathy. Squinting in the wind.|
|Me. Can't we take this picture with my back to the wind?|
|Me with Dan. :) He didn't do a very good job of keeping me warm out there,|
though I told him that was probably in the contract somewhere.
|Anna. Pink cheeks!|
|Theresa. Pink cheeks!|
|Trudging up the hill. Can you see the general path, down to the right of that|
big tree? The whole goal is to not hit that big tree, but to get some more
speed as you go over that last rise and make it all the way down to the
electric fence -- without hitting the electric fence (not hot, but, well... you
wouldn't want to be clothes-lined by it...)
|After a couple hours, everyone's getting tired and cold.|
|Dan's ready to call it a day. He and I headed down to the house first and put|
on a big pot of hot chocolate.
And they all came trooping in a little while later:
|Anna. "Where's the Cocoa?"|
|Cathy. Looking very Nordic.|
|Gabe. His teeth still chattering.|
|Theresa, with a bloody nose and fogged up glasses.|
Seems the very last run, she came down on the sled behind Dominic
and hit the back of his head with her poor little nose! She was OK, though,
Dominic's head suffered no ill effects, and everyone considered it a successful
event, regardless. Especially after they all had cups of cocoa in hand and had
a chance to warm up by the fire.
|You can see here (clockwise), Mari Crawford (far left), Gabe, Cathy,|
Dan Hansen, Maddie, Hannah, and "Grandpa."
|Our friend and neighbor and all around great guy, Dan Hansen, with|
pirouette cookie cigar, cutting up with Maddie Crawford.
|Frater Francis Crawford's Grandpa (we just call him "Grandpa")|
enjoying the menu: deviled eggs, curried chicken
sandwiches, cucumber and tomato sandwiches, meat
"roll-ups," cherry and cranberry scones with lemon
curd and mock Devonshire cream, and a variety of
"boughten" cookies, plus orange spice and English
|"I'm making out like a bandit over here!"|
|Hanna gets in the picture a little better in this shot!|
|Portrait of Geo.Washington|
by Rembrandt Peale, c. 1846
|The most common Christmas novenas|
in a nutshel.
|A beautiful "click and print" card to post somewhere obvious where we won't forget!|
|Here's Dominic next to last year's Nativity Scene. He's been the Creche|
mastermind for several years now, and not like we're helpless without him...
but we're grateful that he'll be here this weekend to consult with us!