holiday


The list. Hmmmm. World peace. Snow. Eradication of hunger, poverty, and violence. All noble and worthy dreams. But let’s talk about the wrapped stuff. I like giving presents and seeing wrapped packages with pretty paper and bows beneath the tree. I love seeing stockings full of fun little stuff.

It’s the shopping and traffic and lines that most of us don’t like. That’s why I heart the Internet.

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 My apologies—that last line of nonsense is what happens when you leave the laptop open and the cat sits on the keyboard. I’m not sure if I’m freaked out or not that she actually spelled out tree at the end. It could be a coincidence but the cats do love the Christmas tree. They sit underneath it and pretend that it shields them from view. But I digress.

I was talking about the fun of exchanging gifts. Last year I was feeling a bit Grinchy but this year I’m feeling like Tiny Tim. I’m breaking out the credit card and hitting the mall. Or most likely Amazon. What do I want this year? I’ve already got it. A loving family, great friends, a job, and the possibility of some snow. But if you really want to give me something that’s wrapped, I’m okay with that, too. Happy shopping.

Which present should I play with first?

Thursday, November 26, 2009, Thanksgiving Day

  • 9 a.m.

Leave house in VA. In Maryland, traffic starts to build so I take route 1 up through old towns and farms.

  • 11 a.m.

I cross the Conowingo Dam. I save five bucks taking the back roads and it’s fun, try it sometime. Shortly after the dam I pass by US route 1 Bakery. Its marquee says to become a fan on Facebook. I’m fascinated that a tiny business in the middle of nowhere is marketing itself so well. Later I visit the FB page and become a fan.

  • 11:45 a.m.

I arrive at my parent’s house in Pennsylvania.

  • 12 noon

We commence eating snacks because its hours before the Turkey will be ready.

  • 12 noon–3 p.m.

Talked to family, wrestled with kids, read, and snoozed in parent’s awesome recliner.

  • 12 noon–11 p.m.

The kids all fed Grendel snacks and he licked up any random spilled food that fell on the floor throughout the day.

  • 3 p.m.

Thanksgiving dinner.

  • 4 p.m.

Went with family to old elementary school to play basketball and play on playground.

  • 6 p.m.

Played Apples to Apples. Young Tyler pronounced one of his cards that said Catsup, “Cat soup” which we thought was pretty funny considering Tyler didn’t think twice about a soup containing any kind of ingredient that was cat related. Later he mispronounced Pinocchio as “Poncho.” His dad and I joked that this Poncho must be the famous Mexican kid who had issues telling the truth.

  • 7 p.m.

Ate pie.

  • 8 p.m.

Watched a movie and had to explain half of it to those who weren’t patient enough to just watch it and figure it out. Yikes.

 Friday, November 27

  • 1 a.m.

Cleaned up dog puke. Cursed kids who fed the dog snacks all day long.

  • 8:30 a.m.

Kids made lots of noise and kept me from precious sleep time.

  • 9:30 a.m.

Mom decides to play piano.

  • 9:33 a.m.

I yell down the stairs and ask mom to wait until a more reasonable hour to play the piano. She apologizes and says she forgot I was there. I go back to bed happy about the quiet but not so okay with mother forgetting my presence in her house.

  • 11 a.m.

Went to bowling alley. Saw a sign that said it closed last June. I wanted to go to Charcoal Pit for lunch but was out-voted. Instead we went to a family fun center. We played arcade games and history’s fastest game of miniature golf—possible due to the freezing weather.

  • 1 p.m.

Family went to snooty golf course where V.P. Biden is a member. Didn’t see him and was denied service because we were wearing jeans. Turned out okay though because we then went to Subway and got yummy sandwiches where clothes were not an issue.

  • 3 p.m.

Mom and I followed my nieces through the woods, across a stream to a pond. We then went back through the woods and across the stream—twice. Along with having to bend in awkward stances, jump on rocks and over mud, we collected prickles all over our clothes. I am still aching and will never blindly follow teenagers through the woods again.

  • 7 p.m.

Hot bath

  • 7:30 p.m.

Played Monopoly with the kids.

  • 8 p.m.

Monopoly not going well so we put in another movie.

  • 10 p.m.

Bed

 Saturday, November 28

  • 9:05–9:20 a.m.

Awoke abruptly to repeated siren noises from fire alarm in kitchen.

  • 10:30 a.m.

Off to the bowling alley with the family.

  • 12:30 p.m.

After soundly defeating the nieces, I join the family for lunch at McDonalds.

  • 5 p.m.

I arrive back in VA and proceed to enjoy a nice quiet, hot bath, and then some sleep.

 

 

It’s a weird tradition and for some reason we go along with it. You know, candy solicitation. Last weekend, I went trick or treating for the first time since I was in short pants (that’s an old phrase meaning I was a little kid). My whole family gathered on Saturday to watch Harmon play soccer, to celebrate my brother’s birthday, and of course to watch the kids build a huge cache of sweets.

We began the day watching my seven-year-old nephew Harmon and his team play soccer. It wasn’t the World Cup but entertaining nonetheless. The coach was admonishing his son to stop jumping around like a ballerina (to which he then demonstrated the objectionable movements). And then I commented that in the midst of all these kids with unusual names like Harmon, Cian, and Zino, there was a refreshing reminder of normalcy in a kid named Joe. His dad was sitting next to me and said it was only fair because he had a long, hard to pronounce (and remember) Italian last name. I’m so glad that stereotypes are alive and well in an Italian kid being named Joe. Thank God for traditionalists.

Anyway, fast forward to just after 6 p.m. as the family walked out the front door to go trick or treating. In their usual Roadrunner-like speed, my brother’s family managed to get to the first house—next door about 15 yards away—some time around 6:45 p.m. I admit some of that time was for a photo shoot but a lot of it was taken up by Harmon’s indecision and issues with the container he was going to use to collect candy. As his parents were going in and out of the house to try and solve this dilemma, he and I sat down and had a philosophical discussion about Star Wars characters and his and Grendel’s role as said characters for that evening’s rounds.

Harmon got a bit sensitive when I inaccurately stated he was a storm trooper. “I am a clone,” he said. “I thought they were the same thing,” I replied. “No, the clones fought for the good guys—the Republic—and the storm troopers were turned by the Sith.” He then got upset because he figured everyone was going to make that same mistake. Because the Crowe kids were all garbed in Star Wars outfits (Julia was Darth Vader and Tyler was Luke Skywalker or a “rebel engineer” whatever that is) we decided that Grendel should play along, too. I thought Chewbacca was a good idea seeing how they are both furry and make the same kind of moaning sounds but once I said Jabba the Hut, Harmon was stuck on that. There was no outfit or anything, we just pointed out to the candy-givers the rolls of fur on Grendel’s neck and said, “He’s Jabba the Hut.”

When we reached the third house and Harmon announced in what I can only describe as a not-so-secret code that he had to “squeeze the lemon” I knew it was going to be a long night. And shortly after that when it started to rain and Harmon asked all the grown ups “who would like to volunteer to carry my blaster” I knew that next year I was going to go back to standing in my doorway and giving out the candy. But not like the creepy guy who made the kids sing a song and pick the candy out of the bowl he kept on his lap. There’s a fine line between being fun and being a weirdo.

I hope everyone had a happy Halloween. I was going to have a contest to vote on who had the cutest costume but only one person sent me photos, so her little ones win. Here are some cute kids in costumes.

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Shannon's daughter Katherine the Cow

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Shannon's son Charlie the Builder

Clone Luke and Jabba

the Clone, Luke, and Jabba

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