Thursday, December 23, 2010
Counting Down . . .
Wind warning in effect so our Christmas travellers (two daughters, two partners, one granddaughter) will have a rough trip over on the ferry later this morning -- when we rode over on Tuesday, we were accompanied for a short while by a pod of orcas, but I suspect today's voyage might not be quite as pleasant. Still, they'll all be off work and school for a few days, in each other's company travelling home for Christmas, and no more shopping or wrapping or baking to do.
Ditto for my son and his partner driving up from Victoria this afternoon.
And for my middle daughter and her partner, flying the wrong way (to Toronto and then driving onward) to celebrate with his family.
Leaving responsibilities behind. Anticipating good food and beloved company (perhaps the occasional squabble, yes, but generally we'll have good times).
I'm not quite there yet, since we're the host-parents -- the pudding's been steamed and most of the groceries bought (wonderful Pater, thanks!), but no ground pork at the store yesterday so the tourtières have to wait 'til today's run. Meanwhile, I think I'll put together the trifle while Pater's out picking up groceries and Group #1 from the ferry -- all their gear will get thrown in the wheelbarrow which may have to double as an ark -- it's pouring and pelting and soaking out there. Lots of mud thrown in for good measure. Which will all have the benefit of making the fire and the tree and the lights that much more welcoming when they finally arrive.
I finished up the third pair of socks I was knitting last night, then darned in all the ends, soaked and blocked -- they'll all have to dry before I can wrap them tomorrow. Still hoping to finish up a wee cardigan for Nola, but it might just wait 'til after the chaos clears. So much better if I could finish wrapping the gifts so that I can simply bask in the real presents -- my family's presence.
I have one more pre-Christmas post to finish -- it`s one I began writing last year and never finished in time. I hope you find time to come back and read it -- I hope to post it tomorrow, a story of my most-memorable Christmas gift ever. If you`re too busy with family, well, good for you! (it will still be there for your reading afterwards, after all, when the gifts have all been exclaimed over, the turkey enjoyed and its carcass turned to soup, the last set of linens stripped from the beds, laundered, and folded back onto their shelves).
in case anyone's interested, the collage above comprises photos of our tree and its ornaments. I can't help feeling a bit sentimental about that calico-red dove and the polka-dot drum, both made by my 21-year old self to furnish our first Christmas tree. Later, those embroidered felt ornaments, the yellow felt stars with my children's photographs, cross-stitched Christmas wisdom from friends. My tree is an archive -- but not a dusty one! Can't wait 'til Nola sees it!