And I’m back

I had intended to post more last week. But time with family kind of took priority. And getting ready for winter. Wednesday we cleaned up the yard some more, and I hung Christmas lights. Which was a good thing, because the weather has not been terribly conducive to safely crawling around on the roof ever since. Thursday we did the traditional Thanksgiving things (Macy’s parade, National Dog Show, eat, eat some more). Friday we avoided stores like the plague, and I played Warhammer Fantasy with my nephew. I won, but we had a lot of fun seeing just how much damage his single remaining warrior could inflict on my army before he died. He certainly made his passing worth a song.

Saturday I took the boys downtown for the Pokemon card game City Championship. My older son got third, my younger first. I’m proud of them both, especially my younger son who has previously avoided tournaments and suddenly found himself playing nine competitive games over the space of four hours. He only lost one game, and that was in the best-of-three final round. This is a major step for him.

Now we’re back to our regular lives, and the main victims are my wife (who had to get up to walk the dog this morning) and the dog (who got used to me playing with him every morning). It’s nice to know I’ll be missed. 😉

And now it’s almost December. This next month is going to get a little crazy, no doubt. A big salute goes out to my partners in the game store who will be facing the biggest month of the year–and quite probably the biggest month in store history. Good luck, guys!

As for me and my house, we’ll be figuring out how to fit in Christmas shopping around more Pokemon tournaments, school and church performances, cub scouts, dance and tennis practices, church parties, block parties, and inclement weather. It’s the Hap-Happiest Season of All! It’ll be busy, but we’ll be loving every minute of it, undoubtedly.

Yeesh! 2016 is nearly here!

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2 Responses to And I’m back

  1. I’d ask where DOES the time go, but my waistline already knows the answer.

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