Please stand by for an important announcement.

Drew is home in approximately 11 hours. I need to nap when I get home from work or driving the hour to the airport to pick him up. Otherwise it could make for a very interesting drive.  I’m a little – ok, probably A LOT – night blind and prefer not to be the one driving at night.  Of course, to Drew it will seem like 2 or 3am when he lands so perhaps he shouldn’t be driving either.  Thus, I must soon head home to nap.

That is all.

I got a completely unexpected and out of the blue email recently that has started my mind wandering. While I hadn’t given too much serious thought to the idea previously, I must say it’s grabbed my attention this time round. Divided loyalties are a bit of an issue but my door ears inbox is open and welcomes new updates. I’m on pins and needles to see how it all turns out. You should be too. Cryptic I know. I don’t want to jinx anything. I’ll update if/when possible.  Until then, you can join me in the nervous nelly anticipation phase. Pull up a seat.  Try not to chew your finger nails too much. It hurts when you get to the quick and doesn’t look all that professional or presentable.

I’ve written about Christie Blatchford’s book Fifteen Days before [here].  She has recently been awarded the Governor General’s literary award for non-fiction for her book about Afghanistan, “Fifteen Days: Stories of Bravery, Friendship, Life and Death From Inside the New Canadian Army.”  If you haven’t already done so pick it up and read it.  I’d lend you my copy but I have to pry it back from W first.  That may take a while.

When you’re done don’t forget to buy and read Three Cups of Tea!

On Friday I recounted a story of the missing house – according to a Canada Post delivery driver. On Monday I arrived home to find two small packages in my mailbox. Both displayed our correct address on the labels. The one that wasn’t delivered on Friday had handwritten notes on it relating to the “vacant lot” and my call to Canada Post where it was noted that “the customer called in and adamantly confirmed there was a house at the address indicated on the label“. *heehee* I stand by my theory that the driver originally zigged when they should have zagged and went to the wrong address.

File this one under “I’m whiny”.

Perhaps I’m just not cut out to enjoy the Christmas season the way others do but I just don’t understand why people are already putting up their Christmas trees and it’s only mid-November. Just because the stores are filled with Christmas ornaments and holiday music is filling the radio airwaves does not mean that we’re ready to celebrate the season in this house. Our family tradition has always been to put up our tree the week before Christmas. It doesn’t take long. We have limited ornaments – one for each year we’ve been together with a smattering of others we’ve received as gifts over the year. Seems to fit us well.

While we’re waiting for mid-December to arrive there’s a boat load of things we need to do. I have exams to write and Drew has squadron parties to attend. We have lots of coffee, warm socks, and munchies to deliver to the local warming centre. There’s always a need and you can never drop by too often when you come bearing goodies.

Lights have to be strung up around the house and we must not forget to swap out the all season tires for winter tires on the truck.

There’s lots to do and much of it is in the spirit of the season. I just don’t get the mid-November tree action.