So... I don't know a fullback from a halfback, and wasn't watching the game. A few were gathered about the television, but most of us- being football illiterates- amused ourselves in other ways.
BTW, the above game is "Family Guess Who?" A few years ago, one of my sisters gave the game as a Christmas gift to another sister. Before giving it, however, she took out all of the included pictures and replaced them with pictures of family members. This was a great idea, and the nephews & nieces especially love to play "Family Guess Who?" If anyone is looking for a unique and personal gift, this makes a wonderful one.
* One of my sisters had this exchange with one of my nieces: Sister: "What teams are playing tonight? The Patriots and the...?" Niece: "I think the Goats?" (We really don't know much about football).
A couple of my friends are in Israel right now; here are some pictures of Nazareth:
"The view of Jerusalem is the history of the world; it is more, it is the history of earth and of heaven." -Benjamin Disraeli
I believe in the sun even when it is not shining And I believe in love, even when there’s no one there. And I believe in God, even when he is silent. -Author Unknown- (Found written on a cellar wall in Cologne Concentration Camp)
It's Holocaust Memorial Day and it seems especially poignant this year as we see anti-semitic attacks on the rise worldwide. Even more alarming, it's not just random racists; political leaders such as sleazy Jeremy Corbyn of Britain's Labour Party -and his henchpeople- are unapologetic antisemites and fear no repercussions for this, due mainly to the wobbly-kneed fecklessness of the UK Conservative Party. If the people of Britain have any sense left, they'll toss that terrorist-loving degenerate out on his ear, and his shameless myrmidons after him. Antisemitism has no place in civilized society, but we've gone from saying "Never again" to having to say, "It's got to stop." It's insanely evil.
View of my backyard on a snowy New Year's morning.
Niece walking around my parents' property:
Skating on the Oval in Halifax. My sister was skating along, pushing her daughter in her jogging stroller when she was flagged down and told that she would have to put a helmet on the baby's head. The niece was less than impressed.
Niece helps make garlic bread:
Spent New Year's Eve eating and playing games. We also played an online quiz game called Kahoot.
Some crazy members of the family jumped into the ocean just before midnight on New Year's Eve. I was not one of them.
Nephew and niece on teeter totter built by my brother-in-law as a Christmas gift:
I made a pair of PJ pants for my Superman fan sister, but didn't have enough Superman flannel to do both legs, so had to be inventive:
The same sister also got the first season of The X Files, from 1993. She got hooked on the show, watching it on Netflix earlier this year. Much to her dismay, however, Netflix recently removed it from its lineup- in Canada, anyway- so I decided to start her collection for her. The show stars David Duchovny and Gillian Anderson as FBI agents who investigate cases which involve- or seem to- the paranormal.
I gave another sister the first season of Lark Rise To Candleford, a BBC television series which ran from 2008 to 2011. It is based on a trilogy of semi-autobiographical novels by Flora Thompson. The were originally published separately: Lark Rise in 1939, Over To Candleford in 1941, and Candleford Green in 1943. Then, in 1945, the three books were released as a single volume entitled Lark Rise To Candleford. The series takes place in late 19th century Oxfordshire and follows the lives of various people who live in the small village of Lark Rise and the nearby town of Candleford. The main protagonist is Laura Timmins, a teenage girl who moves from Lark Rise to Candleford for a job.
I got my mum the complete series of Father Dowling Mysteries, a show which ran from 1989 to 1991 which she enjoyed quite a bit. It's loosely- very loosely- based on the series of novels by Ralph McInerny and stars Tom Bosley as Father Dowling, a mystery-solving Chicago priest and Tracy Nelson as Sister Stephanie, his streetwise nun sidekick.
We exchange names to do stockings; I had one of my sisters' names and a couple of the things I tucked into the stocking were this:
The nephews have been making "Ninjabread" cookies:
Christmas baking abounds.
Self-appointed Christmas light tester:
Niece's first Christmas:
*One of my sisters is reading Dickens' A Christmas Carol to her young boys at bedtime. At one point in the story, one of her little guys asked her to stop reading, because "it's getting too creepy." ** Another sister recently had one of her boys try to get out of taking a shower by insisting it would inhibit his reading: “If I shower now, my hands will get all pruny and then I won’t be able to read my book because the pages will feel all weird!”
It’s Christmas in the heart that puts Christmas in the air. ~ W. T. Ellis