January 5th, 2025

Epiphany Sunday

Feeling Oxbear’s and Patience’s head cold in the morning…

Snow dusting of only a couple of inches on the world beyond, still falling steady…

Oxbear and I prepare plates of bacon, eggs, and toast for everyone (Puck complains that his plate is cold by the time it gets to him) while Yali and Patience tromp around in the first wave until Yali gives up, complaining that his boots don’t fit…

Watching Saturday night’s service as sleet begins to fall between giant snowflakes… Yali also head-colded wrapped in my avocado chenille throw beside me, sipping mint tea… “I didn’t use to be a tea guy… it tastes like it has a pinch of exercise powder in it… it tastes like weird water.”

Exactly two cars are observed rolling slowly down the road throughout the entire morning

A flash of lightning and rolling rolling thunder… just once… as the snow and sleet keeps falling… beautiful thunder snow

In a lazy early afternoon, join Oxbear watching a short documentary on the Battle of St. Louis

Late lunch of cheesy rice for Mama after all the kids have eaten

Yali (in my yellow rain boots) and Patience bundle themselves back outdoors (the tea seems to have revived Yali) after the sleet stops

Discover dried cat barf all over the front of my curiosity cabinet… they like to perch up there

Patience prepares herself homemade lemonade from wedges of lemon in the fridge

Yali is busy recreating “JAWS” with self-crafted LEGO scenes and minifigs set to the soundtrack on his tablet

Oxbear rubs more gold leaf into Yali’s pinewood derby, a collaborative project

Declare a “Snow and Art Day” for tomorrow

Oxbear prepares fat slices of pork loin for the smoker as the evening gets dark

I spend too much time exploring one of the most remote islands on Earth, with it’s one town, Edinburgh of the Seven Seas, where their single ambulance is an old Toyota Hilux, their single cafe serves things like crayfish sandwiches, tomato and cheese sandwiches, and cake, every family (of which there seem to be seven primary names, including “Glass” from Scotland and “Green” from Holland) has their own vegetable garden in a place called “Potato Patch”… fascinating…

Yali feels worse after dinner, wrapped up next to me on the couch, worried about illness (he’s been through a lot in his young years)

Snow keeps falling into the night