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So. The plan. Pack all your shit up, work til noon, come home, collect the fella, and drive 300 miles. I had a choice of staying with either Mom and Dad, or at the farm, and Farmsister pointed out that Farmkid would be so disappointed if I didn’t stay there, so I’m staying there. (I only half-considered Mom and Dad’s because I thought Farmkid might come for a sleepover too.)
Christmas Eve is at the farm, the Day is at Mom and Dad’s. The dynamic’s all wonky, though– we used to gather in my sister’s room until 7am and then cascade down the stairs hollering to open stocking presents and then endure the torture of waiting for Grandma and Uncle Pete to show up so we could open tree presents. But since there’s only one child among us this year, and she’s going to be waking up in her own house, I don’t actually understand the schedule. But Mom has been making us sweet rolls (they’re leavened yeast rolls with cinnamon in them, caramel and walnuts on top) for at least two decades now so she’s going to do those.
Tasked with appetizers for Christmas Day, I’ve got a cheese plate and half of my million piragi (the other half are in the freezer so we can show up at Dude’s mom’s or aunt’s house for whatever the next holiday is with them, and startle everyone who doesn’t think Dude can cook, somehow, still, despite the fact that when I moved in with him he did not own a refrigerator or a decent saucepan but he had all of the myriad spices required to make the labor-intensive and difficult christmas pepper cookies that no one had made since his grandmother died).
So we’re getting back on Thursday, and I’m working Friday, then Sunday we’re leaving for Iceland and I haven’t begun packing. I think I need to make or find or buy a new bag to hold toiletries, and a new bag to hold cords, chargers, electronics, cables and the like– both of those things perished in the yurt fire. So I need to get off my ass once this coffee’s knocked down to manageable levels and find some materials to make a bag, and figure on sewing it by hand among all this traveling. I have a thousand tote bags but I want a bag that closes to hold toiletries, I think that makes sense… Also the good, big duffel bag perished in the fire so we need to pack strategically. I think I’ll plan to wear one dress with several sets of underlayers for the majority of the trip. The weather there is actually slightly warmer than here, for what that’s worth. People are like, you’re crazy, Iceland in the winter, and I’m like, it is literally warmer than Buffalo, and a great deal warmer than the area around the farm (which is an entire USDA climate zone harsher), and yeah it’s a bit snowier but it’s not like I don’t own good snow boots. So yes we’re going somewhere warm(er) for New Year’s…
OK time to go find some fabric and a zipper. I had a stash of salvaged interfacing I was using for bags, if I can find that too that’d be keen.
Oh, and I forgot last night to post a picture of how beautiful the movie theater is, so here’s the ceiling dome of the North Park theater:
So. The plan. Pack all your shit up, work til noon, come home, collect the fella, and drive 300 miles. I had a choice of staying with either Mom and Dad, or at the farm, and Farmsister pointed out that Farmkid would be so disappointed if I didn’t stay there, so I’m staying there. (I only half-considered Mom and Dad’s because I thought Farmkid might come for a sleepover too.)
Christmas Eve is at the farm, the Day is at Mom and Dad’s. The dynamic’s all wonky, though– we used to gather in my sister’s room until 7am and then cascade down the stairs hollering to open stocking presents and then endure the torture of waiting for Grandma and Uncle Pete to show up so we could open tree presents. But since there’s only one child among us this year, and she’s going to be waking up in her own house, I don’t actually understand the schedule. But Mom has been making us sweet rolls (they’re leavened yeast rolls with cinnamon in them, caramel and walnuts on top) for at least two decades now so she’s going to do those.
Tasked with appetizers for Christmas Day, I’ve got a cheese plate and half of my million piragi (the other half are in the freezer so we can show up at Dude’s mom’s or aunt’s house for whatever the next holiday is with them, and startle everyone who doesn’t think Dude can cook, somehow, still, despite the fact that when I moved in with him he did not own a refrigerator or a decent saucepan but he had all of the myriad spices required to make the labor-intensive and difficult christmas pepper cookies that no one had made since his grandmother died).
So we’re getting back on Thursday, and I’m working Friday, then Sunday we’re leaving for Iceland and I haven’t begun packing. I think I need to make or find or buy a new bag to hold toiletries, and a new bag to hold cords, chargers, electronics, cables and the like– both of those things perished in the yurt fire. So I need to get off my ass once this coffee’s knocked down to manageable levels and find some materials to make a bag, and figure on sewing it by hand among all this traveling. I have a thousand tote bags but I want a bag that closes to hold toiletries, I think that makes sense… Also the good, big duffel bag perished in the fire so we need to pack strategically. I think I’ll plan to wear one dress with several sets of underlayers for the majority of the trip. The weather there is actually slightly warmer than here, for what that’s worth. People are like, you’re crazy, Iceland in the winter, and I’m like, it is literally warmer than Buffalo, and a great deal warmer than the area around the farm (which is an entire USDA climate zone harsher), and yeah it’s a bit snowier but it’s not like I don’t own good snow boots. So yes we’re going somewhere warm(er) for New Year’s…
OK time to go find some fabric and a zipper. I had a stash of salvaged interfacing I was using for bags, if I can find that too that’d be keen.
Oh, and I forgot last night to post a picture of how beautiful the movie theater is, so here’s the ceiling dome of the North Park theater:
