For weeks my cross country skiers, DH and Lucy, have been staring out the windows gloomily at sleet and mud. In late December! They were despairing. Might we really have a brown Christmas?
Finally yesterday the temperature plunged and we have a couple of inches of snow. The surface is thin and scratchy but they are on skis and for them that is heaven. The mood is a lot lighter in our house.
On Thursday the boarding students went home for the holidays. That morning Lucy and her closest friends, all faculty children, worked in the kitchen for the farewell breakfast, and someone snapped a picture. These girls have been pals since they were in diapers. Their ages are 13, 14, 15, and 15. Here they are: the older Staff Brats (an affectionate term in this school).
Notice something? Yes, Lucy (second from left) got her braces off in Vermont this week. She is very happy.
Meanwhile I am scrambling to get my ducks in a row. It turns out I need outpatient surgery — nothing very scary, but trying to schedule being out of action for a day under general anesthesia is a challenge between the needs of the farm, the availability of the surgeon, and DH’s travel commitments.
It turns out that the easiest date of the entire winter is next Friday, December 23. For some reason no one else is electing surgery the day before Christmas Eve!
I have been madly cooking, cleaning, shopping, wrapping presents, and going in for more tests in preparation. My hope is that I’ll have everything nailed down beforehand, so that even with Major Mom down for the count for twenty-four hours, the family Christmas can unfold as usual.