Christmas is a time that is somehow glows with the prospect of being with family and happy memories of years past. This year we are all hanging out in Knoxville and the whole family is here. The adults will be going out to dinner tonight while all the children are being watched by some friends. It is always a lively time when we are with Gayle's family: there's a dash of sarcasm mixed with a smidge of laughter and just a soupçon of serious discussion. It is always a good time and there is always a fair amount of food. Correction: There is a lot of food. There is also the requisite amount of head-scratching as all the ladies try to manage the meal distribution while the men all work on their laptops or talk like techies (only one programmer in the lot, but we are all geeks in our own right) until one of the children (or wives) kindly and gently, in a spirit of meekness and patience, demand our attention. In all honesty, they are generally very understanding and the other men are a lot better about being responsive and engaged than I am (case in point--I am blogging by myself in the corner while everyone else is engaged in conversation). As we listen to the family, there is a conversation about how the dogs circle and bark, how Dad's brother-in-law is building a garage in March, and that hot dogs and buns are on sale--and I am missing several going on in another room. If you don't like one conversation, you just mosey on over into another. It's free-form family living and one that we really enjoy. Doug just asked if I was blogging about how wierd our family is. I responded that I was. It is strange anymore for a whole family to still enjoy their time together even as adults. Everyone gets along with everyone else and if you put any two of us alone in a room, it would be perfectly natural and easy to spend time together talking. It's a wonderful strangeness and one I am perfectly content to continue.
Happy Holidays,
Dan
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Saturday, December 23, 2006
The Great Trek
Ok, who flipped the world over? Whoever (or whomever--i never do get that correct) did it: Not Funny!
Really, it only seems like the world has been turned upside down. We moved this week from Tennessee down to Georgia. Hotlanta, to be more specific. It has been an adventure for us all. The dogs aren't sure that this is home yet, while Gayle and I try to turn this house into a home. There have been a multitude (not Greek for "many small shelties") of contractors in and out of the house for the last two days. This has been a great convenience for us--I don't know how we would have accomplished half as much in such a short time.
As fun as that sounds, we are glad to be winding down a little. (Obviously winding down, as I have time to clown-around typing and not installing blinds, etc.)
Note to self: never again should you move the week of Christmas! Everyone wants to head out for the holidays (understandable) but that makes for a slightly more distressing look for the basic necessities of life: all shopping outlets (including Tractor Supply) are jammed with people looking for just the right gift; the roads, already famous in Atlanta for their congestion, are somehow worse; and when you do finally get home with whatever you went "In Search of...", you are so worn out that any use of the newly obtained article is best left for after your much needed nap.
Well, that's about it for now. I think I shall retire to the bed chamber for some desired-but-not-earned R&R.
Dan
Really, it only seems like the world has been turned upside down. We moved this week from Tennessee down to Georgia. Hotlanta, to be more specific. It has been an adventure for us all. The dogs aren't sure that this is home yet, while Gayle and I try to turn this house into a home. There have been a multitude (not Greek for "many small shelties") of contractors in and out of the house for the last two days. This has been a great convenience for us--I don't know how we would have accomplished half as much in such a short time.
As fun as that sounds, we are glad to be winding down a little. (Obviously winding down, as I have time to clown-around typing and not installing blinds, etc.)
Note to self: never again should you move the week of Christmas! Everyone wants to head out for the holidays (understandable) but that makes for a slightly more distressing look for the basic necessities of life: all shopping outlets (including Tractor Supply) are jammed with people looking for just the right gift; the roads, already famous in Atlanta for their congestion, are somehow worse; and when you do finally get home with whatever you went "In Search of...", you are so worn out that any use of the newly obtained article is best left for after your much needed nap.
Well, that's about it for now. I think I shall retire to the bed chamber for some desired-but-not-earned R&R.
Dan
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