Three Two One

I have been busy with a little home memorabilia project of scanning letters that my grandmother kept.  I want to write about it in more detail, and I will, but the few times I’ve tried to dash off a little informative post I get 4,903 words in without actually getting to the point.

You’re shocked, I know.

The thing is, there are a lot of ideas and feelings I have about reading these letters, and a lot of angles from which to look at them. There is also the fact that the, er, facts can take a bit of wordiness to explain.  (The letters are mostly between three people – my grandmother, my biological grandfather, and his best friend who also happens to be my grandmother’s second husband and the man I called, “Gpa”.)

So I will put writing about the letters on my Blogging “To Do” and give it enough time and space to write succinctly and sufficiently, perhaps devoting a series of posts to the project.

In the meantime, I have some more scanning to do.

In other news, it’s New Year’s Eve.  We have no plans and probably will not see midnight.  This has happened for years but this might be the first year I’m OK with it.  I get that herd mentality with holidays and events where I want to do something because you’re supposed to want to do something.  But the reality is I hate crowds and we don’t have any close friends up here who think flinging cat toys around the study is a fun time.

Also for the first year I gave in to my desire to get rid of the Christmas tree before New Year’s Day.  I am a Friday-After-Thanksgiving-Until-December-26ish tree person but I always feel weird not letting it stay up.  I also rarely get a tree the Friday after Thanksgiving so somehow I feel like I should elongate the tree end date.

It is the clutter and extra cleaning of Christmas day that gets me twitching to sweep away the pine needles and pack up the ornaments.  This year I did it the Sunday after Christmas and I am so happy I do not have to start 2014 with a major vacuuming.

I hope you don’t either.  Unless that’s your thing.  In that case, carry on.

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