1. The holiday season busyness has already caught up with me! Sorry for not getting a post up on Tuesday (see aforementioned busyness). I have a feeling that may be the story of the next month or so.
2. I went home for Thanksgiving, per usual, and we fulfilled all our standard Thanksgiving traditions, including the most important one of all: afternoon bowling. We usually divide our family up into two lanes, and after the first game, the bowlers with the highest scores all switch to one lane (this also happens at the halfway point of our annual cousins mini golf outing, except instead of lanes, we switch who’s on which scorecard). My extremely athletic cousin and his wife now live in Guatemala, my other cousin currently lives in Guinea, and my sister lives in Mississippi, which means I have substantially less competition, since none of them come home for Thanksgiving. For the second year in a row (also the second year all of them have been gone – probably not a coincidence), I made it to the winner’s lane for the second game this year! I actually had one fo the best bowling outings of my life, throwing a 97 for the first game and, in an extremely rare turn of events, doing better in game two than game one with a 110! I came in fourth overall (…out of seven. Haha), which I think is the best I’ve ever done. I’m happy to sign autographs at any time.
3. On the day after Thanksgiving, most of my family got together again to cut down Christmas trees in The Middle of Nowhere, West Michigan.
I don’t remember the last time I actually went to a Christmas tree farm. Maybe middle school? It’s been a really, really long time, and even though I was woefully underprepared in my tennis shoes and pea coat (compared to the people who knew what they were doing and wore rain boots and heavy winter coats), it was a lot of fun!
I was quite surprised to learn just how much thought goes into Christmas tree purchasing. If I had been there to buy a tree for myself, I would’ve chopped down the first one I saw of appropriate height and called it a day. My family, apparently, does not operate that way. We thoughtfully considered several trees before finally settling on The Perfect One (which, as far as I can tell, looks identical to the other ones we considered, as they are all roughly six feet tall, green, and tree-shaped).
While the tree chopping was enjoyable, I’d have to say that my favorite parts of the excursion were the hot chocolate for sale in the barn where you paid for your tree (50 cents! What a steal!) and the horse-drawn wagon ride out to the trees. I may or may not have pretended like we were in Oregon Trail while in the wagon. I’m happy to report that not a single one of my family members came down with scurvy on the trip.
4. Speaking of Christmas and other holiday-related things, I’m having a very difficult time coming up with a Christmas list that meets my mother’s expectations in the quantity department. Is this a mark of adulthood? I’d like to think it’s a mark of adulthood. When I was a kid, I could go through catalogs and come up with 50 things I wanted, no problem. But now that I’m gainfully employed and live in an apartment with extremely limited storage space, I kind of don’t want…anything. I mean, I enjoy the act of opening up presents just as much as the next person, but I have everything I need, and even if I did need something else, I don’t know where on earth I’d put it. Besides, the things I really want–an electric stove/oven so I can stop having panic attacks every time I need to cook food because GAS AND FIRE ARE DANGEROUS, WHY IS THIS A NORMAL THING TO HAVE IN A HOUSE?!, a 30-hour workweek with full benefits and 40-hour workweek pay, to be a faster runner without having to train harder–aren’t exactly things you can put on a Christmas list.