Hello again my friends, and Happy New Year to you! After taking a nice little break from blogging to enjoy some time with family and friends over the holidays, I look forward to getting back to a more routine chedule. This morning I'm writing this post while sitting at home on my couch (looking out the window as Mr. Super Stamp Girl is snowblowing our driveway) and I'm all warm and toasty inside taking advantage of a snow day! (Shhh, I don't want to brag or anything, but, it's actually my SECOND snow day in a row! Lucky me!!)
I did a lot of cardmaking yesterday and I hope to do a lot more today, so I'll have lots of new photos, cards and challenges to post in the upcoming days and weeks to come, but first I just wanted to share with you MY Christmas story. . .
It all started with a little road trip to Maine on Christmas Eve day where we would be spending our holiday. We had the SUV all packed with gifts and luggage, more gifts, an apple and pumpkin pie, more gifts, stockings to be stuffed (and hung by the chimney with care) and a little bit of old school Bruce Springsteen "Santa Claus is Coming to Town" on the radio. Somewhere around Augusta, I made the call home letting them know we'd be there in an hour or so. And that's when it all started. . . Here are a few excerpts of that phone conversation:
"Hi Dad, we're in Augusta, we'll be there in an hour or so. Is there anything you guys need?" (Thinking along the lines of more milk, beer or a last minute gift.)
"Yeah, Dodo (one of many nicknames my father has for me), we need water."
"Water? As in like, a few bottles?"
"No. (BIG hesitation) As in gallons, bathtubs, massive quantities."
"Well. . . (another excruciatingly long pause) We don't have power and haven't had power in 3 days."
"And you're just telling me this NOW? WHY?"
"Well, we didn't think you'd come." (another big pause). Hmm, this should have been MY choice, right?
Suddenly, it's NOT the hap, hap, happiest time of the year. . .
For those of you who weren't aware that Maine had a terrible ice storm the weekend before Christmas, THERE WAS A TERRIBLE ICE STORM IN MAINE THE WEEKEND BEFORE CHRISTMAS. This left thousands of central Mainers (my family included) without electricity. For those of us who live miles from any sort of "town", this means no wells and running water. . .
On the one hand, the scenery was just breathtakingly beautiful:
Yes, this is actually the view from the front deck of my father's house. It's pretty impressive, isn't it? You are looking out over Penobscot Bay and into the mountains.
Yet, on the other hand, the weight of the ice created significant damage as well, making roads impassible and unsafe.
We had to melt snow for additional water to flush toilets with. (Oops, I thought I had a photo of this being done, but I only have video instead, and I don't dare share actual video with you of some of the "less than ideal" conditions we were living in! So, here is a photo of me (on Day 2 with no shower) and the ONE bottle allotment of water we each boiled in the morning to wash ourselves up with!
I should probably get paid royalties from Poland Spring water with this advertising photo! I'm quite sure their motto is "What it means to be from Maine."
But, inside, it was Christmas all the same:
Oh wait, look closely in this photo on the far right just above Kelsey (the dog) you CAN see one of the buckets for melting snow in front of the fireplace!
So, Christmas was a bit of a challenge this year, to include cooking a ham and potatoes on the grill. But, it will certainly be one to remember.
And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled 'till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before. What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store. What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.”