Four grown kids, six delightful grandchildren, constant, long-time partner. A retired academic, I'm adapting to life in a Vancouver condo after decades in a waterfront home on a very small (Canadian) West Coast island. Keen to discover what new priorities emerge, what interests persist, in this urban life after 60!
I woke up 2-ish this morning, finally gave up trying to get back to sleep, came downstairs 3:24 (digital clocks have made insomnia unbearably precise) to make the pastry for my tourtières.
Two pies are in the fridge right now; I'll roll out pastry for the last one or two later this morning. I'm going to head back to bed and try my luck at dreamland in a minute, but thought I'd stop here first.
Gifts cover the dining table, perhaps a quarter of them wrapped, the rest still part of my to-do list. I'll make another batch of pastry later today and make up butter tarts. Have to pop up to campus and grab some files and books to work on when I find a quiet minute. We'll pick up more groceries while we're in town, and I'm mentally rehearsing the weekend's meals to see what we're still missing -- whipping cream, toilet paper, and is there really enough coffee?
Our Vancouver kids (including Nola) arrive this afternoon/evening, depending which ferries they catch. The Victoria folk can't get away until Christmas morning when their arrival will be duly celebrated. Soon I'll be enveloped in a joyous and noisy chaos that will leave me exhausted, washed up, and blessedly content in my armchair on Boxing Day. By then, there'll be another set of Christmas memories stored away, perhaps to be remembered in future posts, like this one I posted last year about a long-ago gift.
Meanwhile, though, I wish you all a very Merry Christmas at your house, as does Pater . . .
All the best for a joyous celebration with loved ones. Now let me see if I can get an hour or two more sleep before this day truly begins!