{"id":3568,"date":"2018-01-14T14:49:30","date_gmt":"2018-01-14T22:49:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/box5710.temp.domains\/~pippinst\/blog\/?p=3568"},"modified":"2018-01-14T14:49:30","modified_gmt":"2018-01-14T22:49:30","slug":"is-it-too-soon-to-start-getting-ready-for-next-christmas","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pippinstudio.com\/blog\/2018\/01\/14\/is-it-too-soon-to-start-getting-ready-for-next-christmas\/","title":{"rendered":"Is it too soon to start getting ready for next Christmas?"},"content":{"rendered":"

Hi hi.<\/p>\n

Happy new year.<\/p>\n

I am sitting on my couch with my orange blanket over me, there’s a nice little fire going, and Alexa\u00a0is playing me nature sounds which are wonderful if a bit wet, especially when combined with a huge mug of tea. \u00a0Scout the cat looked confused when the beach sounds started and I realized that she’s probably never heard the ocean. \u00a0That seems a bit wrong.<\/p>\n

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My house filled up with big kids over Christmas, \u00a0one home from work, one home from university. The one who was already here is packing up to leave on another big trip, centred around rock climbing. \u00a0During the holidays they all came and went, catching up with friends, working, and coming together into various configurations of us. \u00a0My family.<\/p>\n

December before the holidays involved a marathon house painting session of ten days or so. \u00a0I knew it was crowding up the Christmas stuff but it needed to be done and it looks wonderful. \u00a0Paint is amazing for its ability to clean and freshen up, isn’t it? \u00a0I didn’t get all the woodwork done and there are a couple of rooms I didn’t get to so I guess I’ll work my way back into that chaos at some point. Maybe next December.<\/p>\n

Two days after a line was drawn on painting a wicked cold hit. \u00a0Not outside, in me. \u00a0I hardly ever get sick (knocking furiously on wood) but when something occasionally catches me it tends to pack a punch. \u00a0Blah.<\/p>\n

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There was a confusing mix of times acknowledging Christmas was close and I hadn’t started doing anything, going out into the world to try and right this, and wrapping myself up pitifully on the couch and thinking it was ok, there would still be time. \u00a0I don’t get sick much but I might be a bit of a baby when I do.<\/p>\n

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Kids and Christmas got here and Christmas night unfortunately saw my dad miss a step in my family room and have a bad fall just as the turkey came out of the oven. I have a niece who is a nurse and it was amazing to see her take over and take care. \u00a0The rest of the family all stayed calm and figured out what needed doing. \u00a0I missed that nursing and knowing what to do gene somehow so I went down to the road to make sure that I was the best darned fire engine and ambulance waver downer ever. \u00a0 It worked and the house filled up with nice people who said the Canadian sorry even though they were part of the solution and not the problem. \u00a0My dad showed how tough he is and was able to walk on his own two feet to the ambulance, but stitches and monitoring were needed so he and a few others headed off to Christmas night at the hospital. \u00a0Those of us behind regrouped and tried to figure out what to do. \u00a0Eventually we decided we all needed to eat, the dinner was pretty much ready if a bit cold, and the table was set for Christmas, with silverware and candles, cedar branches and beach rocks. \u00a0The one time I got it set a day early instead of in a last minute rush. \u00a0So, with mental apologies to those who feasted on a hospital Christmas tuna sandwich and leftovers the next day (and I’m pretty sure in the end my dad never did get any turkey) we sat down and had, in its own strange way, a really nice dinner. \u00a0Nice because we told stories and remembered moments and savoured family with that extra oomph that such a scare can bring.<\/p>\n

Nice not because of the gravy that I’d made ahead and last year was wonderful and this year was… not.<\/p>\n

I spent a few nights with my mom and came home to a clean kitchen (I love my kids), still some leftovers, and sadly almost immediately no internet. \u00a0A few-second power outage left us without a house connection to the internet for 11 or 12 days. \u00a0It was definitely not a huge problem, but it felt strange. \u00a0In the “old” days the power would go off, no lights, no computers, let’s read a story by flashlight in the dark, OK this is boring, I’m going to bed. \u00a0At 8. \u00a0This time we had power, lights, heat, even TV. \u00a0We could peek at the internet on our phones but that sent us into data problems pretty quickly so peeking came with guilt. \u00a0In one way it was odd to figure out what we were missing. \u00a0In another we occasionally eyed each other like hungry tigers in a cage. \u00a0No, that’s not really true. We did OK and everyone was coming and going, it wasn’t as if we were snowbound in a cabin in the woods. \u00a0We did play some games, we did a jigsaw puzzle. We talked. There was talk of reading. I did miss the movie watching we often do over the holidays; last year we went through the Pirates of the Caribbean movies. \u00a0So it was another odd thing about these holidays, but not horrible. \u00a0I have had such a fight with the internet this year, all things internet-y, and I’m trying to find my spot in it. I feel like this was someone saying, “You know what? The internet isn’t so sure it likes you either!” \u00a0I do know that a couple of weeks of being mostly removed from it gave me a nice little space to think. \u00a0Assuming it’s saying the same about me. \u00a0There are such wonderful things about being connected, and there are uncomfortable things for a shy person who creates for a living and sort of wants to show it off but sort of wants to hide. I dropped some balls in 2017 and am hoping to get it all working a bit easier this year, and if you are a ball dropped my apologies to you and thank you for coming back. \u00a0\ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n

Random thought. \u00a0If spiders typed on computers and wanted to make a smiley face they would have to make it like this: \u00a0 \u00a0::::)<\/p>\n

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So all things Christmas are packed away, the oldest and the youngest have both flown back to Toronto, the middlest is packing up to head out on another world adventure, and the cats are exhausted from sweetly welcoming bodies home while frostily offering cold shoulders and punishing glares for having ever left.<\/p>\n

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At Pippin we are getting ready to head to January market at the end of the month and getting updates to wonderful Chantal who will soon get all the new designs up on the website. \u00a0There are some great ones I think! Tomorrow I’m going to start showing them off here, on the blog, and saying a few words about how they hopped out of this messy brain. \u00a0These ones hopped out and fell on the ground!<\/p>\n

As always, a good time to think about how much I love what I do, how lucky I feel to do it, and what nice people I meet along the way of doing it! \u00a0Thank you for being part of that.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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