Another cold, snow-covered wake-up, with the house sitting at 19 degrees—brr. At –22 outside, coffee was non-negotiable. I stayed in bed a bit longer, coffee in hand, perusing Instagram before getting up. I published the Christmas Eve post with my second coffee and finally tackled some overdue marketing. In the process, I realized I may have missed a potential sale on the antique desk after not replying for five days—hopefully the buyer is still interested. I also placed another large coffee order, taking advantage of Boxing Day sales.
S woke for his coffee after 9 and settled into Big Brown. At about 9:25 I asked if he was heading to church, only to realize he’d completely forgotten it was Sunday. He hurriedly dressed and was off to town. I worked on submitting my paint sheets and projects to Dixie Belle after publishing my only project tutorial for them this month—the wooden wall shelf—then shared it across a few sites.
Shower time followed, along with finally retiring the Christmas outfit I’d been wearing for three days straight: the cozy Christmas pajamas from Renny. XOXO. I took down the mantle full of angels—not because I don’t love them, but because I desperately needed the clock back up. I look for it at least 50 times a day. I continued boxing things up and putting games away until S returned around noon. He made ham and eggs for lunch, I had a tuna sandwich, and then he headed back down to his hockey emporium.
An Etsy sale popped up—my blue nesting Pyrex bowls sold as a shower gift. Thirty-six years later, they’re headed to Ontario to delight another blue-glass lover with an unopened vintage gift. Out came the boxes and labels, along with packaging a few other returns. Another delivery arrived too: photo albums, as I ordered 150 to start organizing wedding and family photos.
B and Cooper were out after 3 to feed and remove blankets now that it had warmed to –11. She loaded the dirty blankets and headed home around 4. I finished the new season of Emily in Paris as the sun began to set, then switched over to some Spanish lessons.
S came up after his hockey fill around 7 and we watched Daddy’s Home 2, a genuinely funny Christmas family movie. We tried a Dave Chappelle comedy next, but it didn’t take long to see why he’d run into trouble in Edmonton—raw, political, and edgy—so we switched it off and moved on to more King of Collectibles before lights out.
The day ended on a sour note: poor Shaina accidentally left her leather purse in a movie theatre washroom. It contained cash, gift cards, all her personal information, business cards, and receipts. Sadly, an opportunist grabbed it. A hard and disappointing way to close the day.
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