Well the furniture is all back in place, I’ve cleaned the raspberry jello off the carpet, the leftovers are smooshed inside the refrigerator, and I’m dead tired. Still have the taxes to finish up, and a meeting notice for Narratives to write and print out so that I can run around and post it on campus tomorrow.
Spent some time with my niece who tried to fix the border between columns on this site, but she’s talking real html, not Typepad’s easy way of doing things, so we didn’t have time to go through it all. My nephew brought two certificates to frame, and I gleefully told him that he’d end up paying double-time holiday rates on them. The littlest family member was toddling around trying not to get stepped on, and the oldest, my dad, ate like a horse–you wouldn’t believe how much that man put down.
My only regret is that I hadn’t taken time to learn how to use the digital camera. Watching my husband, at just over 6 ft and solid walking down the road with his little buddy, our 6-year old great-nephew, Leif, was such a beautiful sight. These two just clicked right from the start and it’s a joy to watch them hang out together.
The whole day was hectic, but a lot of fun. We even started some kind of word game at the dinner table, which surprised me because usually our family just descends upon a meal like locusts and doesn’t bother with small talk. Saying Grace, and “please pass the…” is usually the limit of our table conversation until we’re filled to overflowing with food.
Jeez, I really hate to see family traditions fade away with the generations…
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It sounds like you had a lovely day! I have a very small family, so the traditions don’t really seem to mean as much as I think it would with a bigger family, because for us, the things we do are just things to make it different from the other days, while I think with a larger family it’s part of a sort of ritual? But I still think they’re important. Maybe they don’t fade, but morph…