November

Click here or on the photo above for all the pictures for November

I collected the photos for the first half of November, and there was like a dozen that I wanted to post. So I thought I didn’t have enough to warrant a post on its own, and waited until I had the whole month ready, got the photos prepped, then started writing out my list of things that happened, and damn, there was a lot of stuff, even if there weren’t that many photos.

Election day happened. We were stressed. Obsessing over election maps and count status and whatnot. We drank some scotch. We killed one of the bottles we brought back from Scotland, Aberlour 12 Year American Oak, and then KrisDi decided we weren’t done so we also drank some Casg Annamh.

Mom’s birthday happened, too. She turned a hundred and thirty-nine. She’s pretty well preserved. We had planned on seeing her, but canceled that due to pandemic conditions. We went so far as to make her a birthday cake, which we ate without her. It was delicious. We treated the car we gave her the previous month as her birthday present.

The kids online theater thing, Bots, was performed. The director has learned how to do it better — she builds the video and then livestreams it through YouTube instead of trying to share as a video playing on her local computer via Zoom.

Anyway, the play is about a robotics teams competition. Chilkat played MC Aubrey, who is very straight laced and likes to correct people, so it wasn’t much of a stretch for her. Chilkoot played Quinn, the leader of the team that always finished second. He got to record something similar to a rock star music video, which he really enjoyed.

The two of them decided to do a traditional childhood thing: Sled down the stairs. I remember using a hamper for this. They made a “sled” out of a cardboard box (I like the decorations). Ever cautious, they also decided to use safety equipment, such as a bike helmet for the rider, and a pile of pillows at the bottom of the stairs.

A couple years ago, KrisDi made a bourbon chocolate cake for a friend’s birthday, and he and his other friend, both ex-marines found it to be too bourbon-y and couldn’t handle it. Five year old Chilkoot discovered he loved it, however. Recently, he asked KrisDi if they could make a bourbon chocolate cake together, and they did. I’m not sure how much he actually helped, though. They didn’t frost it, which is nice. I ended up eating most of it, I think. We also had some caramel sauce I could drizzle on top. Later, they both decided they wanted to make cupcakes (just the box type).

After a couple weeks of trying, Chilkoot lost his tooth. He was a trooper about it (mostly). He gave his mom two tries per night, and then me two tries per night. He needed to be hugging Apple Bear. We did this every night, until it finally came out. Then he was super excited for a moment, running around, and then inexplicably started crying.

My work was unable to have a company picnic or Christmas party this year. To replace it, they ordered a bunch of boxes of chocolates from a local chocolate maker, Theo’s, and arranged for a one hour Zoom event with a Theo’s employee to talk us through the contents and talk about the chocolate roasting process. It was nice, and very cool.

Parent-teacher conferences happened. Chilkoot is doing fine, but we had to talk to him about keeping his camera on and paying attention, and set a new rule that he has to sit at his desk (he and his sister had taken to sitting on the bed during class). Chilkat, on the other hand, apparently hadn’t turned in any schoolwork at all. It would have been nice if we had gotten some communication about this issue sometime in the first three months. Since then, we’re working on catching her up some, we’re communicating more with the teacher about what the expectations are on a day-to-day basis. She was at least (mostly) paying attention in class, and she’s pretty smart, so she’ll catch up.

We had a socially distanced Cub Scouts event. We went to a nearby park to pick up trash. Everyone wore masks, to the limit of the kids’ abilities to control impulses and physical positions, we stayed away from each other and were outside.

Thanksgiving was nice. We hosted KrisDi’s parents and older brother’s family, which we shouldn’t have done for pandemic reasons, but deemed reasonably safe. With the reduced number of people and no one hanging around after, I got to keep SO MUCH leftover turkey IT WAS AWESOME.

Right after Thanksgiving, we went to a local market and bought a Christmas tree. KrisDi and the kids decorated it, over the weekend KrisDi and I put up the outside lights.

Chilkoot and I were horseplaying. I was lying on the ground and I had him up above me, and I tickled him or something, and he curled up and twisted, rolling out of my grip, and coming down with his full weight on my knee right on my forehead. It hurt a lot. I thought it was hilarious. Chilkoot felt really bad, and I tried to use it as a lesson. “We were both horseplaying, and we both know you can get hurt horseplaying, so it wouldn’t be fair for me to be mad or you to get in trouble.”

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2 comments

Oh, for goodness’ sake. “I hurt myself taking out the trash”? I had visions of body casts. I bleed more than that just walking from one end of the house to the other.

Nice job on the comforter, KrisDi! The kids must be smarter than you, son, because you and the brothers never even thought about helmets. Though the hamper did have higher sides so it was marginally harder to fall out. As long as the plastic mesh didn’t break.

I fully intend to come collect my birthday cake… one of these days. *sigh* Today, it’s crawl down the Cliff of Doom to drive in some live stakes, and put some potted ferns in water to get rid of the pot dirt to get them planted on said cliff. I’m so beyond weary of this crap.

P.S. Chilkoot’s shot reaction basically means “Wow! Let’s rev up and get rid of this junk!” from his immune system. My second shingles shot turned brilliant red and looked like a flabby balloon for almost a week (and hurt a lot).

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