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niner...niner...come in blogfriends, come in!
Here I am, giving it a shot. This day has been so full of nostalgia that I can hardly stand to insert this bit of newness. But, I am also one to invite new tradition. In fact, I'm starting to get sentimental about HillSity already.
I'm home, in my home in SD (my parents' home), in my home in the woods, in my home in the woods under the starriest sky I've ever seen. Where I'm now old enough that I actually smile when I'm awakened far too early on a vaction day by the banging downstairs in the kitchen. My parents, a couple of friends (suckers) and I hunted down an exceptional Christmas tree today. (A 14er. Not the mountain, but a 14-footer) In our silly hats. When I say 'hunted' I mean stomp through the forest with a saw until someone falls in the creek and cries, then cut the tree down. Back at home, Dad - all 6'10" of him - splayed belly down on the floor to turn the screws on the stand. Then Mom and I hung greens on the balcony, cursing the fishing line as we always do. We put out the Nativity scene. Mom unwrapped the angel from newspaper circa 1993 and Nina got Jesus. They are lucky for the next year. Leave it to this family to make a competition out of everything. Actually, I think it's game time on the carpet in front of the fire.
Game on.
Here I am, giving it a shot. This day has been so full of nostalgia that I can hardly stand to insert this bit of newness. But, I am also one to invite new tradition. In fact, I'm starting to get sentimental about HillSity already.
I'm home, in my home in SD (my parents' home), in my home in the woods, in my home in the woods under the starriest sky I've ever seen. Where I'm now old enough that I actually smile when I'm awakened far too early on a vaction day by the banging downstairs in the kitchen. My parents, a couple of friends (suckers) and I hunted down an exceptional Christmas tree today. (A 14er. Not the mountain, but a 14-footer) In our silly hats. When I say 'hunted' I mean stomp through the forest with a saw until someone falls in the creek and cries, then cut the tree down. Back at home, Dad - all 6'10" of him - splayed belly down on the floor to turn the screws on the stand. Then Mom and I hung greens on the balcony, cursing the fishing line as we always do. We put out the Nativity scene. Mom unwrapped the angel from newspaper circa 1993 and Nina got Jesus. They are lucky for the next year. Leave it to this family to make a competition out of everything. Actually, I think it's game time on the carpet in front of the fire.
Game on.
posted by Hope Jay at 7:26 PM
4 Comments:
I figured out that this family makes a competition out of everything way before you did. Dad
ps. I've never been accused of splaying before.
Ahhh, but we're anything but suckers. I'm quite honored I must say to be welcomed in as a tree hunting rookie with open arms. I think they luckiest part was getting to drag the 14er up a 14er. (able to work off the burrito pre-burrito time). Seriously though, how gracious I am to be part of such a wonderful, loving weekend. Thanks again and again and again....
It's a...
BLOG!!!!
Hooray! Congratulations on starting your very own blog. Speaking of competition, I'm feeling the heat now to actually write in the blog I technically parent and make it news worthy. Oh the pressure! Woe is me!!!! I dream of the honor of being present for the Johnson-family silly-hat hike, fall, cut and splay. I could really use the opportunity to Get Jesus, too. Here's to the 14er!
Yay! I've been testing out the address every few days and I'm so excited you got a blog started! Congratulations Hillsity . . . you're off to a great start!
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