What’s in a Name?
People in our family have been living with
names I gave them over a decade ago. We
have decided that some of them need updating or made more appropriate and into
titles that better reflect current interests and skills and philosophies of
life. Unfortunately no one has actually
come up with a new name as yet. So I
have decided to give them each a temporary new name and see if they can suggest
better.
These new names will become apparent over the
next few blog postings. And for a few
postings I’ll give both the old and new names to help avoid confusion.
What’s been going on…
We opened our presents on Christmas morning. Son-who-watches-films (hereinafter known as
The Chef) got quite a few DVDs and BluRays and we also (rather cruelly) gave
him this puzzle. There is a ball inside
it and you have to get the ball out and then reassemble it.
I had a try and after looking at the solution
I knew the theory but hadn’t a clue how to do it in practice.
Washington looked over my shoulder but wasn’t
much help.
Partner-who-loves-tea (hereinafter to be known
as Partner-who-tends-minds) received some jewellery including a blue topaz
ring, and amber ring and bracelets of crystal and aqua aura.
My presents included a lot of books and
notebooks (no surprise there) and this super post box.
It goes well with my postbox collection which, you will notice, includes a US postbox thanks to Friend-über-special.
But an even bigger present was the announcement
a few days later that Partner-who-tends-minds was prepared to agree to getting
another cat. (She would prefer a dog and
has been against the idea of getting a cat since Ivy disappeared. The death of a pet is bad enough but Ivy’s disappearance
and the subsequent search and worry about her proved even more upsetting.) So after the holiday period has died down we
shall be off to the shelters to see which cat or kitten was made for us.
The Chef cooked Christmas dinner (leg of lamb)
and it was as beautifully cooked as usual.
It was only after I’d taken this photo that I
thought about all the beautiful gravy boats and tureens that we have and here
we are serving the gravy (two different types) in measuring jugs.
On Boxing Day it rained heavily for much of
the day but then around 4 pm it started to snow. “It won’t stick on this wet ground,” I said,
authoritatively.
The snow didn’t hear
me. And this was the scene twenty four minutes later.
The next day Elder-Daughter (formerly
Daughter-who-likes-food) and Computer-and-Railway-Guy (formerly Son-in-law-who-cooks)
called in and we swapped presents. Elder-Daughter
wore a super Polar Bear jumper – it even had a tail!
One of my Christmas present books, “When
Findus was Little and Disappeared”, proved popular.
Three days later Daughter-who-Cares-for-the-Cosmos
(formerly Daughter-who-takes-photographs) and Friend-and-Son-in-law=who-Clears-the-Clouds
(formerly Friend-and-son-in-law-who-loves-otters) arrived.
Oh goody – more present swapping.
And even the postman was in a good mood, delivering
seven postcards.
On New Years Eve we lit the fire in the living
room and listened to Queen (as opposed to The Queen who was on Christmas Day).
Big Ben struck twelve and 2014 was over…
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