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[rivka]

Before leaving for Christmas, I reprogrammed the weekday and Saturday settings on our thermostat, leaving the Sunday settings intact. I felt very clever yesterday when we came back to a warm house.

I felt much less clever this morning when it took me an entire hour to realize that the reason why the house seemed colder than usual was because I hadn't reprogrammed the weekday settings.

I feel like I was gone much longer than six days. A lot happened: Christmas; a birthday; extended emotional drama; a family medical crisis; the Movie That Dares Not Speak Its Name; anticipation; disappointment; triumph; tears; Scrabble tournaments; pin the horn on the unicorn; ornaments gone scandalously missing; a long slog uphill in the woods, through mud, running water, and snow; preparations for incipient blindness; fine housewares; six kinds of Christmas cookies; a teapot-tempest over whether we should still have beef for Christmas dinner; a seven year old girl with a brand new whistle; nausea; proof positive that my parents should have switched churches already; and more rich foods than any reasonable person could eat in a month, in addition to the aforementioned six kinds of Christmas cookies, with only one night of fewer than eleven people sitting down to dinner.

What I mean to say is: seven Walds plus a constellation of Thatchers, Whitakers, Nutts, and Wolans can get up to quite a bit in six days. Good God.

Updated to add: I see from the sympathetic comments that I forgot to specify that, in fact, on the whole, I thought it was a very nice Christmas.

Also, I left out the uproarious parlor games.

Comments

[janetmiles.livejournal.com]

Good God, indeed. Sounds like you need another week to recuperate from your break.

[trinker.livejournal.com]

Umm...wow.

[kightp.livejournal.com]

Mercy. And to think, they call it a holiday!

[geekchick]

All that in six days? Yeesh. Time for a vacation to recover from your vacation it sounds like.

[kcobweb.livejournal.com]

Wow. However ironic it may be, this makes me nostalgic with memories of your family - even if the memories I'm drawing from are almost 20 years old.... But truthfully - it's things like this that make me pretty grateful to come from a *small* family. The chaos quotient is just so much lower. :)

[hobbitbabe.livejournal.com]

If your fingers are warmed up and you feel like writing more about any of the above, I would be interested and/or honoured to read it. Particularly the uproarious parlour games, proof your parents should have switched churches already, incipient blindness, or cookies, to pick a few which sound intriguing in different ways.

[rivka.livejournal.com]

I'm planning to write more about different bits and pieces, as I have the energy for it. I'll do yours first. :-)