prairie point

Things are starting to get back to normal around here. Our houseguests left this morning and I went into the office for a regular day. We had a pretty full holiday this year. I think we saw about as many family members on both sides as we ever have in any four-day period since Tricia and I have been together.

Unlike last year when an excess of party foods did me in, and I spent Christmas at home eating soup and waiting to be admitted into surgery the next day to have the old gall bladder taken out. As a result we hardly saw anyone last year. The only good side of that was losing so many pounds that Weight-Watchers told me that I needed to gain instead of losing. Which I have dutifully proceeded to do for the last 12 months. If only I had stopped at 11 months. Now I have gone too far in the other direction and I need to change course once again. I guess I know what my New Year’s resolution will be.

We spent Christmas Day at a big family dinner at my parent’s house. I think I counted twenty there. Then Tricia’s family began gathering at our place on Friday. We had three small children for a long weekend and several more visiting on Saturday, so the usually quiet house was suddenly a whirlwind of activity. The cats are just now creeping out from under the beds and down from the top shelf in the closet. They are more accustomed to seeing humans move in a slower pace so they didn’t know what to expect from the fast-moving dwarves who suddenly seemed to be everywhere at once.

It will probably be another week before we can get all the decorations boxed up and stored in the attic. For now I am just happy to sink back into the comfort of old routines.