Christmas Eve Day
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!
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MERRY CHRISTMAS!!
Labels: Christmas

Robert and Dorette McLeod, Kristine and Wayne McLeod and Betty and Fred Greenaway (August 1972)
This was pretty much the most boring day of the trip. We left
And that was my trip to
Talk to you soon,
Kim
This is the day everyone pretty much left. We had lunch at a Greek restaurant (I had stuffed squid. I could only eat about two) with everyone who hadn’t left early and then we drove to
This here is the last official picture of the trip*: a picture of the elevator key pad at the hotel we were staying at. As you can see, there is no 13th floor. I heard places did this but I’ve never seen it before. So cool!
*Actually, the official last picture of my trip (my parents continued on to visit family for another two weeks) is a blurry one of my mom, lying on her hotel bed, in her night gown writing on a notepad but I don’t think she would have appreciated me posting that.
This was not only a family reunion but we were also celebrating my grandparents wedding anniversary. They’ve been married 65 years!
And here are a few pics from that day:


They rented a chocolate fountain, which was the coolest thing ever! It was liquid chocolate in a fountain! It made quite a mess though because it was outside and the wind blew the chocolate over the deck. And everyone was getting sticky with chocolate.
From here on out there aren’t going to many pictures. There are a couple of reasons for that. Part of it was because we didn’t take a whole lot of pictures, since the point of a reunion is to reunite with people. As well, I didn’t feel comfortable posting pictures of my family, especially the kids, on a blog that can be stumbled upon by anyone. But what pictures I felt comfortable putting up, I did.
On Saturday, we had a family picnic. Unfortunately it decided to rain that day. Fortunately, we had a pavilion to hide under. I spent much of the time playing with my little first cousins once removed (my cousins kids). At the last family reunion there were no great grand children. This year there were eight, all under the age of five. So much fun!
After the picnic we came back to the hotel and hung out in one of the rooms. This is basically what I did that weekend: played with kids and talked with my family. It was wonderful!
This is the next day. You can tell because Darcy’s outfit has changed.
Today we had some actual food to feed the swans and they were much more receptive to the heavily processed cake we had to offer.
Doesn’t my French braid look awesome?!
This is my Mom and Dad with William Shakespeare.
After we saw Oliver!, it was onto

Here are two pictures of Darcy. The first one was taken in 2001 and the second one was taken this summer. As you can see, teasing the swans is part of the fun of going to

In the second picture, Darcy was trying to feed the swan grass. The swan didn’t like that much and decided to shun Darcy.
“I think we made a mistake.”
“You mean we only made one?”
“I just can’t figure out where we messed up.”
“This experiment was messed up from the beginning. We should have stopped at the monkeys. We never had a problem with the monkeys. I say we should just kill them all and try again.”
“If we do that, we’ll loss all the progress we’ve made.”
“Right, progress. We should never have let them breed, let alone build a society.”
“Maybe if they were herbivores they’d be less inclined to kill each other.”
“Never had this problem with the monkeys.”
The boxes, full of family photo albums that have been sitting in the back porch since spring, have been loaded into the back of the van along with quilts my grandmother made, to be given when me and my sister get married. The dog’s on his leash. The cats are in their carrier. The mouse in its cage.
Mom locks the door behind her. Dad loads up the last of our belongings. It is crowded. There is too much to take and too much to leave behind.
We drive southwest, away from the smoke and fire, away from our home.
Thank you, Lord, for this apple. This is the sweetest, juiciest apple I have ever tasted.
Thank you for the other eleven that are still sitting in my fridge. Thank you for blessing me with enough money so that I can buy a dozen apples. Thank you for letting there be apples for me to buy. Thank you for the safety I felt as I walked home with the apples. And thank you for the friends and family I can share these apples with.
Thank you, Lord, for this apple. This is the sweetest, juiciest apple I have ever tasted.