Tradition

I don’t know about your house, but at The Compound, when we decorate, somebody has to supervise. Fortunately, Margot is always ready to step up.

Every group has its slackers.

However, even the slackers help out…

When they remember they brought cake to eat as a reward for hard work.

The next day, Tom unpacked the Barbie ornaments. Here are a handful.

And then…

And…

Then it was time for him to unpack the Star Trek ornaments. A smattering of ships.

That went on the Trek tree.

I was surprised to look up and see the Star Trek character ornaments had their own place.

And it’s not officially Christmas until Tim comes over…

And places all the angels (that many of you have contributed to painting and coloring through the years).

Thank you Tom, Tim, Rhonda, Lindsey (and Margot) for your efforts. Lindsey, I hear you’re sick with the flu and hope you’re feeling better soon. And a HUGE thank you to Lynne, who is the one who gave me most of those Barbie ornaments and Tom most of those Star Trek ornaments. You make Christmas wonderful.

Getting there

We’re kind of behind at The Compound preparing for Christmas. We’re not any busier than anyone else is during the holiday season, but my energy level is down. Still, we’re getting there.

We decided not to decorate the tree this year because there’s a puppy at The Compound. Though he saw a Christmas tree at Hanley Inc. and didn’t bother it, I see no reason to tempt Pollock with something that can only end in tears all around.

With some assistance, I still have Santa’s Workshop open for business.

The sleigh bells are hung on the garland.

The Star Trek tree is up and lit as is the Barbie garland, and the ornaments will be hung on those soon. Tim will also put out the angels. So there are more photos to come.

Last night, Rhonda and Lindsey managed our Christmas card photo shoot. (THANKS!) Dog wrangling always makes this an adventure. I never publish the final photo until after all my cards have been mailed out (who knows when?), but here’s a crop from an outtake that I love. Tim had been at a party earlier so he was more dressed up than usual. He was beckoning Pollock over. Every time I look at this, I think he should be named Timothy Clemenza, who’s saying something like, “Leave the gun. Fetch the cannoli,” while Penny looks all fearful behind him. Mob life is hard life, Penny.

Photo Friday, No. 371

Current Photo Friday theme: Winter’s Reach


Clearly Photo Friday’s themes are skewed toward places that have changes of season and not where I live. No lovely landscapes of snow and ice, no macros of frost on flowers. Even if I have photos like those from other places, my scanner has stopped working so I can’t use them.

This is a scene from last year’s Christmas season when Rhonda and Lindsey came over in their footie PJs to pose with Tom and Sugar and play games, watch movies, and drink Starbucks. I know Starbucks was involved because (1) it always is and (2) Rhonda has a green plastic Starbucks stick in her mouth.

Like some old granny…

I couldn’t hold my eyes open Monday night and decided to take a little nap around 9:30, I think. Then I woke up just before two a.m. rarin’ to go, as they say. Caught up on a ton of online reading, did financial stuff (I always like doing this in the middle of the night anyway, because it’s quiet and I can focus–math is hard), and suddenly it was almost breakfast time. As promised to Rob E, here’s a shot of the cinnamon biscuits I baked. I ate only one.

So far.

The Princesses and the P


This is Pollock. I don’t know how many of you follow Tim on social media and saw his big announcement, but Pollock has come to The Compound to be a little brother to Tim’s dogs Pixie and Penny. Now Tim has three Ps in a pod.

Tim’s taking his first non-work related trip in a long time, so Pollock and his sisters are staying with us. Expect more pictures of all three dogs, because I know Tim is already missing them like crazy. He’s a good dog dad.

Pixie loves to play with Pollock. Penny is learning to play with him. As for our dogs Margot and Guinness, they want nothing to do with him. Being grande dames, they have no patience for puppy antics. But that’s okay. Pollock is happy to entertain himself when the others are napping doing important big dog things.

Or…c’mon. If you’re ready for an adventure, Pollock is, too!