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Merry Christmas Eve!
Lloyd and I are visiting my parents and my brother. The journey here was long and I will tell it another day. Until then, have a happy Christmas Eve
Happy Birthday and Merry Christmas, Lloyd.
Lloyd has wanted a Nest Thermostat since they were invented, and has held out admirably for a few years. Today was the day he picked one up when he was at the Verizon store I finally treated him to one.
He was so happy. The set comes with pretty simple instructions, and even a super-cool screwdriver. He took off the old programmable one, revealing the outlines of many thermostats past, and set to work.
Here was the first setback. Our house is 83 years old and has plaster walls. We drilled some dusty pilot holes but don’t quite have the right sized anchors to fit. It got a little ugly. Words and ‘looks’ were exchanged. It all worked out.
Then the next hiccup. It wouldn’t turn on. Lloyd called customer service, and after a long conversation they figured that the internal battery wasn’t charged. He plugged it in for an hour and there you go: fixed.
So it’s up and going. It’s supposed to be an easy way to regulate the temperature, but I don’t see how that’s easier than ‘keep it freezing’.
When you walk in front of it, it turns on. When you are not in front of it, I get the feeling we’re being watched.
(Help. I don’t feel safe.) I mean, ‘Welcome, Overlords!’
Merry Christmas!
I am so peeved at Lloyd. At the Christmas Eve service there was a super-funny line in the bulletin and I asked him to save it so we could take a picture. He forgot. Some songs we sang from the hymnals, but most of the hymns were printed in the bulletin. If I remember correctly, above Silent Night it said, “The first verse will be sung in German, and then again in English. Non-German singers are welcome to give it their best shot.” It was so funny!
Dang it, Lloyd. Christmas is ruined! 😉
Merry Christmas!
Thank you, Jesus, or being born!
Everybody have a happy day, ok?
Merry Christmas to me from Santa Dad!
At lunchtime my director came in and said a package had arrived for me. I had no idea what it could be – junk mail? Not the star I ordered for the float, because that had already arrived. (Update coming soon.) I opened the large box and it was…..a jigsaw!
A nice jigsaw! Nothing like the weeny $20 model I bought at Walmart years and years ago – this thing is the real deal! And who sent me this package of awesomeness? My Dad. 🙂
I am so happy! The big kids and I are cutting the roof panels for the stable tomorrow, so I’ll let you know how it works.
By the way, when I told the kids about it at lunch, one of the boys asked, “Do you live with your Mom and Dad?”
“No,” I answered. “They live far away and I live in my own house.”
He looked very troubled. “…. Why don’t you want to live with your parents?”
I shared the story with his Mom. She laughed and said that he’s told her he’s going to live with her forever.