Coming to the end of December

We’ve just returned from dropping Emily off at the airport.  Sigh. 

The house seems quieter without the promise of her tucking into her mammoth, On Language by Roman Jakobson, upstairs.  Emily enjoys reading that kind of stuff!  It was on her Christmas wish list!  The reason for all the exclamation points and the italics is because when we finally managed to track down this tome and it arrived at the house, I thought I’d take a little peak inside.  What a mistake that was!  My eyes were crossing and my head hurt just from trying to decipher the first paragraph.  Needless to say, I didn’t bother reading further. 

Anyway, when Emily unwrapped it, she was delighted! 
 
Dave is back on the island working hard.  He is in retail and the after Christmas rush is always a hectic time.  It was lovely to see him. 

The snow is melting.  Will and I had the shovels out on the flat parts of the roof and balcony last night after the dinner and movie (which I won’t mention the title of, as I thought it well and truly stunk) because I had heard in the pre-movie chatter by the people sitting beside us that with the melting snow and the rain falling, some roofs and awning structures have been collapsing.  Don wanted to go out and do the flat part of the roof outside of our master bathroom, because he’s the man.  But I wouldn’t let him for two reasons.

1. He is bigger than me and I doubt that he would be able to squeeze through that little window without leaving a goodly portion of him behind.

2. He has an indiscriminate, lurking, klutz gene and I never know when it is going to kick into play.  I can’t even begin to count the number of times that he has slipped and fallen down a flight of stairs.  So, seriously, there was no way I was going to let him get out on a slippery snow and ice ladened roof.  I prefer having a living warm breathing husband to massage my cold feet when I get into bed, thank-you-very-much.

Needless to say, Don was not pleased with my edict, but I am in charge.  (Hee…hee… I can just imagine his bellow when he reads this, but never mind.  We both know it’s true.) 

Anyway, both kids gave me permission, so I wanted to share this picture with you, that we took last night as we were leaving the house to have a dinner out on the town.  Will was reminiscing about how big he always thought Emily was when he was growing up.  How huge she seemed to him.  And we were laughing about it, and I made Don snap this picture of the two of them. 

Oh, and she’s wearing the raincoat that Will gave her that Emily was wishing for on her blog.

Posted by Meg Tilly on Sunday, December 28, 2008 in Chewing the Fat