Day 224 — Cynthia

Because it’s nice to spend time with someone on so-called national holidays. And to spend time with someone who will help with your food ignorance. Happy New Year, fellow bloggers! May 2013 be good to you.

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Day 224 – Julia

This NYE, our raucous group of 20 house party stalwarts welcomed the turning of the year with more tea than tequila. Surprising all round, and a pretty welcome change. Those of us who were drinking preserved both our decorum and our surroundings, and those who weren’t drinking were sober for very good reasons (alcoholism, childcare, disinterest…). We set off fireworks, entertained sleepy children, ate home-made curry, watched London celebrate a few of our major national successes this year, and played wii dance-off abba games til our knees hurt (ok, 3 mins max). And now we’re home in bed by 2am. Happy New Year!

Day 222 – Julia

Am on a date with the wife. In the last two days we have had two different bugs, picked up a death certificate, pranged the new car, SORNed the old car, lost a battle to stop the wrong funding application from going forward in the indefinite school debacle, and been abandoned by our only dog-free allies. It’s been a rough few days, so it’s wonderful to be sitting in a microbrewery with a pizza, writing this while alex explores the chill tanks.

Days 221 + 222–Jen

For continued laziness–having the time and finding a way to relax is important, and I’m grateful to have worked it out. I need to pick back up with work soon, but I figure I might as well wait until next week.

We’re snuggled in awaiting the snow; I’m grateful for the return of New England winters, after last year’s (albeit welcome) warm and snowless season. Softly falling and piling snow reminds me to slow down, to snuggle in, to warm up with tea and not feel rushed to do stuff out in the world.

Day 221 – Julia

(Doing family things and forgot to finish this last night. Oops.)

Alex’s grandfather died today. He was 94 and had been confused and uncomfortable in the hospital for a while. We’re grateful that he didn’t stick around for long enough to be miserable or in pain, and grateful that he had about as good and as long a life as you can ask for. We’re also grateful for the family combination of humour and realism, grateful that our friends don’t mind the irreverence, and, selfishly, a little bit grateful that he didn’t die in the middle of Christmas lunch. I’m also pretty homesick right now, wishing that I were closer to my own much-loved family. But that’s ok.