Christmas at the homestead
For a while there, it looked like we wouldn't get to presents at all. First my parents went to church, then they came home and leisurely made lunch, and then leisurely nagged me about when I was going to throw dinner in the crock pot (big meal Christmas Eve; easy meal Christmas day) and then we finally got to the unwrapping, with several digressions.
In addition to enough help to get that rotting tree down in my front yard, I got Remington Steele S2, the Spamalot soundtrack (Mother wanted to hear it, and the minister's wife showed up right as Lancelot came out of the closet, natch!), and the Teaching Company's American Classic Literature (a staggering 7-part class).
I've also been reading up on leftover review books ( and having boring mental deliberations about handicrafts. )
In addition to enough help to get that rotting tree down in my front yard, I got Remington Steele S2, the Spamalot soundtrack (Mother wanted to hear it, and the minister's wife showed up right as Lancelot came out of the closet, natch!), and the Teaching Company's American Classic Literature (a staggering 7-part class).
I've also been reading up on leftover review books ( and having boring mental deliberations about handicrafts. )