Saturday, December 21, 2013

Happy Alban Arthan

Today is the winter solstice; the shortest day of the year. We are certainly feeling the effects here as the A/C only ran a couple times yesterday with more of the same frigid temperatures expected today: lows way down in the 60's at sunrise and highs only creeping up into the mid-80's by the afternoon.

Other than suffering from the inclement weather, we really haven't done much. I've been heads-down on tax code while also working feverishly to finish up the last of the landscaping projects before tax season kicks in. Debbie's work is starting to take off as well; yesterday she finished up the highest-cabin-count week she's had since starting with her current employer. And this is supposed to be the calm before the storm.

We don't have any real plans for Christmas this year. We will have dinner with my parents, and not much else. Debbie only gets Tuesday and Wednesday off, and I'm covering for other people (who do have holiday plans) cooking lunch at the Moose Lodge, so it's not like we can do much anyway. We may try to sneak over to Disney World either tomorrow or maybe Christmas Eve day. Either way, it's going to be insanely busy.

Well, that's all I have for now. I should have some pictures of the work we've been doing on our place, and all the work my parents' have been doing on their place. We're booked most of today, so I may not get to it right away, but hopefully in the next couple days.

And just in case I don't get back here before Wednesday:

Friday, December 13, 2013

Friday the 13th...

...is on a Friday this month.

(Debbie made me do it.)

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Friday, December 06, 2013

Catching Up (Not)

We got behind on things in the weeks prior to the cruise, then we were on the cruise for a week making it worse. Since we've been back, everything we manage to knock off the to-do list gets replaced by two more. We're starting to feel like George Jetson:



So rather than try to write anything substantial, I'll just steal random things from others.


Yea. Facecrack. Just Say No.

We used to have huge flocks of starlings around Flint, Michigan when I was growing up. I remember my fourth-grade teacher using her whistle to scare up the flock that would roost in the trees behind the school to show us the flock murmurations. It was pretty cool, but nothing like this:


Well, off to try to whack away at the ever-expanding to-do list.
[Edited to add a bit more fun]