The Christmas Letter

We have the Christmas letter printing on three printers in the house. By the time it is all done, it takes 300 sheets of paper, so it takes a little bit to print it out. I actually priced what it would cost to have a printer or Kinko's (also known as the UPS here in town) do the printing, and it was so expensive, I could print a thousand pages for what that place wanted to charge.

I find it so amazing how technology has changed. We have two all-in-one printers that we are using, and also Heather's photo printer. I have another printer upstairs but I don't have that one networked with the rest of the computers and printers. On the two all-in-one printers, I use a higher image quality setting, and yet, the photo printer has better image resolution. On top of that, the photo printer is printing 18 pages at a higher resolution in the time it takes either of the two all-in-one printers to print three pages at the normal resolution. I am working on other things at the same time, and occasionally checking the progress on the printers. When one stops, I start it printing a few copies again, but I don't want to run out of ink and waste paper while any of the printers is running unattended.

I am heading for South Dakota in the morning. I am not thrilled that I have to leave for the hotel while Heather is at work. I will return on Wednesday evening with any luck. I thought about stopping at a casino to work on the way home, but it depends how I feel during the return trip, and of course, the weather. No snow of consequence is predicted, so that isn't an issue (bummer, dude!) We are looking forward to more snow. I figure that we have received about 16-18 inches of snow, although at the airport, the official record says we have received around 10-12 inches. I don't know how they measure it, but it is typically less than what it appears to be here, for whatever reason. Maybe being next to the lake makes a difference, but I wouldn't think so, since this isn't among the Great Lakes... and is not a large lake for that matter.

Back to printing... more later. Urge Heather to get blogging! Of course, she may be blogging while the world sleeps, but she told me that while I am gone this coming week, when she can't sleep, she figured she would stay up and work on the house. I am confident that means she will blog and clean, wrap gifts, decorate, and blog some more, before she cleans some more. I am not sure if it has rubbed off from my influence, but I thrive on pressure. Last-minute work and deadlines make my engine hum along like crazy, and I am starting to think that the same is becoming true for Heather, more than ever before. She never gets enough sleep, though, so as much as I would like her to blog, I would much rather that she gets adequate sleep, too.

Okay, seriously now, back to printing! Good night, Jim-Bob. Good night, MaryEllen. Good night, Elizabeth, etc., etc. All is quiet now on Walton's Mountain. My brother would appreciate that reference, but would add in more lines such as Elizabeth saying, "Jim-Bob, you're a name!"

Christmassing with You

First thing, I just wanted to note that the subject line here is wholly for Heather's benefit or detriment (negligible but amiable needling between husband and wife). You see, it drives Heather crazy when her favorite singer, other than Celine Dion, namely Karen Carpenter, uses the word ‘Christmas’ as a verb. As a self-styled affiliate of the grammar police, it is annoying, but I overlook the English language syntax mishandling long enough to play Carpenters songs whenever Heather is within earshot of the music. Ugh, where in the wild, wild world of sports are my earplugs? =)

We put up the Christmas tree in the basement, but it still needs the ornaments. I am guessing that by the time we finish it, and put up the large tree upstairs, Heather's brother and mom will be doing much of the decorating, indubitably aided, by Gabriel and the cats. I note here a potent extrasensory presentiment that sometime later this month, either Heather or I will walk by the Christmas tree late at night, half-asleep, and will abruptly become conscious of a cat's face peering back at us from about six or eight feet off the ground, snugly perched within the branches of the Christmas tree. Okay... full disclosure time: I am not psychic, but Heather will tell you that I am 'one with the cats'. Further, the last few years' Yuletide experiences have revealed that the cats enormously love to climb, and occasionally, to sleep, up near the peak of the Christmas tree. For this reason (along with the fact that we have two boys), we do not have any fragile ornaments on exhibit in our home. Maybe someday, but for now, lots of resin decorations, mostly the characters from the ‘Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer’ movies, adorn the tree.

Heather could not access her blog account, but I reset it for her today. Undoubtedly, as soon as I desert the PC, she will start writing. That is okay by me, since I do most of the blog entries here. Encourage her to write! I may write more later, as I need to run an errand. Ho ho ho (and other Christmas salutations).

Christmas planning 2

I finally made the time this morning to write our annual Christmas letter. I have been working on it off and on all day. Heather wrote a bit of the content, mainly the parts about the birth of our second son and about the additions and goings-on within the populace of the zoo. I put it all together and am in the process of printing out the letter for our Christmas card recipients while I work on other things at my desk. Occasionally, I read the letter again and see something that I should have added or grammar that bugs me. So, this will be a continuously-edited letter. If you happen to be one of the people who receives our family letter, consider that you may very well be reading an edition that is uniquely yours, since I keep adding and editing the thing throughout the day. So, yes, you are special... and no doubt, your mommy used to say that to you, but meant it in a different way. =)