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Friday, 30 December 2016

Zombie Progression

If you read my last post, you may know I have a zombie in a bowl on my kitchen counter growing a little bit more every day. Some of you asked to see the zombie once it got six hundred times its original size. I rather doubt that will happen, but I have taken some pictures.








What else have I been doing besides watching a pale green zombie grow and googling articles on how to stop binge eating? Well, two days after I saw my entire extended family, I got to see them again. We drove over two hours to the city where two of my siblings live. My 91 year old aunt was visiting from Saskatchewan and a cousin I haven't seen in 30 years was also going to be there. It was nice. I also embarrassingly called a different cousin by her sister's name. She kindly corrected me and I thought, "Oh my god, I'm becoming my mother." My mother messed up my name on a pretty regular basis. My grandmother did the same. And now, so am I. At least with my own two children I don't interchange their names and perhaps that is only because one is a girl and the other is a boy.

My 91 year old aunt looks pretty much like my grandmother (her own mother), as did my own mother at the end of her life. I turned to my sister and asked, "Is that how we are going to end up, too?" Maybe that is the way of things. Maybe in our family, you know you are at the end of your life here on earth when you start to look like Emma.

We did some 'big city shopping' because our son has the misfortune of having a birthday that is quite close to Christmas, so he now knows what he is getting for his birthday because he picked it out and tried it on already. My two children are a bit different with their clothes. My daughter is not necessarily a slave to the "brand" of clothes. She can usually purchase a few items, maybe even find some bargains with the money she has. My son, on the other hand, prefers certain brands and gets a small amount of key items that he wears frequently. Each method seems to work for them.

I have not yet started deconstructing Christmas and packing up the twelve boxes of Christmas. I would like to start, but I feel that maybe I should wait until our daughter goes back to university on the 2nd. I kind of dread it. It is such a pain to repack everything. I've written on the big Rubbermaid bins what the contents are, so I am obligated to repack them the same way, as opposed to just chucking stuff in random boxes as I take it off shelves and table tops.

This post continues on to the next day. I was woken this morning by the sound of the Indy 500 snowplow driver, and again by our "snowblower guy" who comes with his tractor and snowblower to clear our lane and our neighbour's lane, and then once again by a tail-less fluffy black and white creature who meowed in my face and stood on my pillow. So, I'm up now, even though I don't have to be and I shall read your blogs to find out what you've been doing and if Christmas is completely over in your homes.



12 comments:

  1. We should be able to be a slug after Christmas, but it affects me differently. I start thinking of all the things needed to be done...

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    1. Try to take a little time to rest if you can!

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  2. A bit of a quandry for me this week. I love the Christmas tree, but I'm getting tired of the clutter and long for the 'it seems so clean and neat around here now!' that comes after all is put away. But our tradition is up the day after Black Friday, and down the Saturday after new years. Which this year, means quite late on 1/7. :)

    Have a wonderful new years!

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  3. Whatever did we do before Rubbermaid bins? I remember cardboard boxes falling apart and balls smashing after the mice had a chew on them.
    We are off to our THIRD family holiday function today. There will be another one tomorrow. I'm ready to deconstruct Christmas so I can have my corner back to peacefully get back to spinning.

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  4. Funny about the zombie. Wishing you and your family a strong 2017.

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  5. I have become the oldest generation. My children may remember who I look like (my favorite aunt), but grandchildren, nieces and nephews certainly don't. It relieves me of putting on any of those affairs, only attending them.
    Happy new year.

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  6. Love the Zombie.

    I will probably start taking down Christmas after Epiphany and replace Santa with Snow Men. The woodland trees (white lights, birds, etc.) and the angel tree in the guest room will stay up much longer. It takes a long time to get down 14 trees. -- Well, 11 to start. But 3 are quite small and 6 are smallish and one is not! So, I'll keep it as long as I can without too much ridicule. It must all be down by Equinox, though!

    Here's to a great 2017 filled with lots of joy and love!

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    1. Oh my Jeanie, Maybe there is some Christmas tree anonymous you can start to attend ;)

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  7. I am chuckling with the zombie! I'm actually curious to see its progress. I had to ask myself "do I not have anything more exciting going on in my life?" HAHA... I always enjoy your posts. You write them as if we're sitting across the table from each other, sipping coffee or tea, and just chatting about random stuff. So much fun!

    I hope 2017 is a wonderful year for you and your family!

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    1. Aww thanks, Martha. You, too, could have a growing zombie. Just go to your local Dollerama and look in the toy isle.

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  8. Oh Jenn...this made me laugh! I so relate to most of your comments and thoughts in this post! Thank you for making me smile on this New Year's Eve! Happy 2017!

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