Three at last! Three at Last! Thank God, it is three at last!
Anne has completed her 3rd-grade long term substitute assignment, well almost. In the new year, she has a handoff to do, but that should be a victory lap. She will present the baby quilt that she will have completed by then and turn things back over to the teacher who has been on maternity leave. She got a cold at the end, but she persisted and didn’t miss any school. Now for some down time.
Dan had a party that involved white elephant presents. He went to Cherokee and shopped the antique stores there for that special something. His haul included a folding ruler and a pair of calipers. Both made of wood and bound in brass, what he gave though was a brass plaque that said, “Tact is the ability to tell someone to go to hell in such a way that they look forward to the trip.” It was fought over.
We didn’t do it. It was on accident. He fell on the knife, seventeen times.
Dan accepted a job of set prep for his first feature film, “Blow the Man Down”. Filming begins this winter along the rural coast of Maine. Burr! The movie uses equity actors. His synopsis of the script is that two sisters accidentally murder a man and then try to cover it up. Also, his long-awaited, kick-started Glow Forge laser cutter is scheduled to ship this month. 2018 is shaping up well for him.
Dave arrived today. We all drove to the airport to pick him up and then we were all in one place, a generation lost in space. With no time left to lose we headed over to Blueberry Hill for a late lunch. On the way out, we met Joe Edwards, owner of most of the Loop. The boys dropped us off at home and then headed out to play the table top miniatures game Warhammer 40K. Dave never says much, but he is always doing great stuff.
Anne and I enjoyed a date night, dinner and a show. Dinner was at our favorite, Big Sky Café. At the Rep, we saw “Miss Bennet: Christmas at Pemberley”. This play is based on Jane Austin’s sequel to “Pride and Prejudice”. As with any Rep holiday show, this one was a huge success and enjoyed a large house, even as we saw it, at the end of its run. It was an Uber enjoyable evening.
Me? Call me Father Ax-mas. I pick people up and then let them go about their business. I pick up after people and then later tell them where I put their stuff. Maybe with that last habit, I’m a bit of the Grinch that stole Christmas? Mainly, I keep the household running, mostly unsung, except in this particular instance.