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Connor was gifted with a 5' cut spruce for his first Christmas! We followed the sign pointing into a little warehouse out of curiosity, intending to poke at prices and consider our options. We're used to standard commercial trees costing $40-$60 for a smallish one and didn't expect the $15-$20 we found. Excited that we may get a tree after all this year, we picked one out and the guy carried it over to the old wooden hand-cranked tree binder, and we realized we didn't have any cash on us. So while debating on whether we should run to the bank immediately, and trying to decide where would be closest and open, the guy interjected, confirming that Connor was enjoying his first holiday season and giving us the little tree. Definitely made repeat customers out of us!
I'm trying to decide whether we should go traipsing around in the woods in search of a Yule log during deer season. We could go on Sunday, but that would involve us needing to actually accompish something on the day it is planned, and also cooperation with the weather. Either way, we need to figure out how to dress brightly enough that we won't get shot.
We have discovered that the greatroom's floor does not seem to be insulated. It is bloody freezing back there--see-your-breath cold. We will not be hanging out back there until spring, at which point we'll hopefully have decided how we're going to remedy that issue. Until then, a blanket lives over the door and the stove is at rest. (The woodstove also is not working correctly; it burns wood entirely too quickly, leaves a lot of ash, and goes out when the door is closed. Grr. And brr.)
In non-seasonal news, I'm pleased to announce that some friends have left their underwear here after their last visit. This is pleasing because it reminds me that we do indeed have friends, some of whom recently visited us, and who we *have* to see again soon so we can return these very important items. (Kitten, you and your Chicago boy [i assume] left a few sundries here, in case you're missing them.)
Won't be making it back home until well after holidays this year. Seasonal tidings to all; i miss you. Hope your merriness is abundant!
I'm trying to decide whether we should go traipsing around in the woods in search of a Yule log during deer season. We could go on Sunday, but that would involve us needing to actually accompish something on the day it is planned, and also cooperation with the weather. Either way, we need to figure out how to dress brightly enough that we won't get shot.
We have discovered that the greatroom's floor does not seem to be insulated. It is bloody freezing back there--see-your-breath cold. We will not be hanging out back there until spring, at which point we'll hopefully have decided how we're going to remedy that issue. Until then, a blanket lives over the door and the stove is at rest. (The woodstove also is not working correctly; it burns wood entirely too quickly, leaves a lot of ash, and goes out when the door is closed. Grr. And brr.)
In non-seasonal news, I'm pleased to announce that some friends have left their underwear here after their last visit. This is pleasing because it reminds me that we do indeed have friends, some of whom recently visited us, and who we *have* to see again soon so we can return these very important items. (Kitten, you and your Chicago boy [i assume] left a few sundries here, in case you're missing them.)
Won't be making it back home until well after holidays this year. Seasonal tidings to all; i miss you. Hope your merriness is abundant!