Andrew & Corelyn blew in with the cold front within the hour, proeplled westbound from her dad's house by strong pre-frontal winds that hit their climax just before they arrived with sheets of wind-driven rain. We'd just gotten up from a sumptuous repast of chimichangas and I broke out the Chocolate Cheesecake Fudgie-Wudgie from Costco, a(nother) sure-fire belt-tightener.
This morning began with Master Jacob's daily search for Eli Andrew, the Christmas Shelf-Elf. BeBe (M) imported him this trip with much ceremony and announced that he was Santa's silent but all-observing emissary, filing nightly Naughty and/or Nice reports with the Big Guy himself and enforcing pre-C'mas deportment. The grandkids immediately embraced this secular theology, especially when their Aunt Caroline added the embellishment that every night he would fly, unseen, to a new Observation Point, an undertaking which she took it upon herself to manage each night. And so each day begins with a search for his new location; today he was in a light fixture over the family room table and it took an uncharacteristically large number of hints before he was outted.
My day began with several rounds of Garbage-Chasing, as the same winds which almost ripped the door off the A/Bus yesterday afternoon blew all night and picked up large bags of garbage we set out by the curb last night for pickup, relocating them to become the new centerpieces of the neighbors' outdoor holiday displays. Neighborly relations might've been especialy strained had I not located and removed several sets of befouled, ripened Pampers that had escaped the bags.
Time to rejoin the family chit-chat. [By the by, I commend newlywed Andrew's RewAllen.com blog for his observations on joining extended-family holiday traditions for the first time.]
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