December 26, 2014
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| Our back deck. It looks like New York, New York circa 1985! |
If you were to look up the word Blah in the dictionary, I think you could possibly find my picture. At the conclusion of Christmas dinner my enthusiasm for the Christmas season faded away. Final count for Christmas dinner was twenty-one individuals who came together to share a meal and companionship with like minded people. I am sure they had as good a time as the lovely Lisa and I did. Now, we're just glad it's over.
I was up before 8:00. I came out of the bathroom expecting to
make a pot of drippy Joe and kick back. When I stepped into the kitchen it was obvious that we didn't quite tidy up as well as I thought the night before. I slipped back into Scullery Squatch mode and got to work on the kitchen while the drippy Joe was cooking. I'm being a drama queen. Chef Boy R Lisa and myself spent two hours washing dishes Christmas night. The dish rack was full and I had forgotten to turn on the dishwasher. Other than that it was just pans and pots and cutlery and stuff to go in the attic.
When the drippy Joe was cooked and I was armed with a cup, I went out into the living room where the folding tables and twenty-one chairs were still set up. The living room was still on the front deck.
The lovely Lisa was still in bed decompressing from her Christmas Day cornucopia. The living room was littered with the remnants of yesterday's festivities. Cheap paper hats and cheap plastic toys from the Christmas Crackers were scattered all over the living room. Broom in hand I sat down in front of the TV and ignored the rubble I was sitting in.
My son-in-law Christian always comes over after these big family meals and helps me clean up. Between the two of us it only takes about twenty minutes. I didn't wait. It started off slow. I needed another cup of drippy Joe so I took a couple of the kitchen chairs back into the kitchen with me.
live on the front deck. By now it was near 10:00 and the weather looked beautiful. I sat on the couch in the sun till my nipples were so hard they hurt! It looked beautiful but it was freakin cold!
Our folding tables may be the heaviest folding tables ever constructed. Made from three-quarter inch plywood they weigh about seventy-five pounds each and are eight feet long. They live on the back deck. When I built the deck I created a couple of spots where the tables will fit right in between the studs.
With the room now cleared of all the furniture I sweep and mop the floors.
Now I had to get the living room in off the front deck. With two people it's not a big deal, by myself a little more challenging.
I half lifted, half dragged the couch halfway through the sliding doors. Then like an Olympic vaulter I leaped over the couch back onto the deck and walked the couch into the living room. I did the same with the love seat and the coffee table but I couldn't get my recliner in. It's too big and awkward and heavy and falling apart at the seams. Kind of like me!
The lovely Lisa was now up and we sat in the newly reconstituted living room talking about yesterday. Christian got here just after noon and helped me bring the big recliner into the living room. He hung out for half an hour or so and then went back to his house where two over stimulated children were bouncing off the walls
in Christmas glee.
The lovely Lisa went shopping! I was stunned! The lovely Lisa is not a shopper. She must have a plan. On the other hand it gave me some time to write yesterday's blog.
But for now today is my last day of Christmas gluttony. As you may, or may not recall, I weighed myself before Mexmas on the 24th. I'm going to weigh myself on the 27th after Boxing Day's Hot Turkey sandwich binge. Right now though I'm making myself a ham and cheese sandwich on a cheese bun.
It was after 3:00 when I finished up and posted my blog, just as the lovely Lisa was walking through the door.With more Christmas lights! No really! 400 more lights! Next year you'll be able to see our living room from space!!
We had invited our friends Gord and Penny over for turkey sandwiches and cards this evening. The lovely Lisa and I kicked back watching the Year in Review Hi-light shows, while I was secretly wishing that Gord and Penny would get here so I could turn on the Canada/Slovakia juniors hockey game. They arrived with twelve minutes gone in the first period and Canada already up three to nula, that's Slovak for zero.
Once everyone had a cup of drippy Joe, we played a game of Screw Your Neighbor before dinner. Canada's juniors scored eight goals and well you already know how to say zero in Slovak.
I ate too much.
Like a condemned man getting his last meal before the end of it all! I ate with Gusto! After today, no more ginger/shortbread cookies, no more egg nog, no more Santa face bread.
Back to the lettuce wraps and Squatch salads. but that's tomorrow, this is now. Pass the pumpkin tarts!
We played two more games of Screw Your Neighbor and Penny won them both. What kind of freaking guest is that?
The lovely Lisa and I tidied up and called it a night. In bed before midnight.
That's all I've got
Till next time
Peace out y'all
©2014 Dave Squatch Ward
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