Today, we spent a leisurely morning watching some movies we need to send back. I was in my big red chair with feet propped up on the coffee table. Penny wanted to walk over to see her brother, and encountered my obstacle.
I told her she needs to say Open Sesame to get it to open, which she did then saw that it worked.
A few minutes later, she tells me to put my feet back to block the way so we can recreate this game, or the moment. I lower the drawbridge, and a second later, she says "Sesame Seed Open", to which the bridge opened.
The rest of the family is already getting over the latest bug that came through the household. It wasn't a really nasty one, but it sure seems to be lingering. Everyone had it except Harold. That's great, we thought, since he's so new and fresh that he shouldn't be exposed to it.
But because he's so new and fresh, he was sure to get it. And now he does.
He's got a sniffly nose, a bit of a cough, and he's having a somewhat hard time breathing. We may be in for hard times in the coming days since this bug seems to take about a day or two to peak, then it sloowwllyy goes away. It's been a week and a half for me and I'm still coughing up gunk.
It's unfortunate he's being hit right before and during the holidays, but in the bigger picture, he's building up his immune system as he should.
We were doing some catching up on moving in and came across a bunch of old pictures that my mom gave us to do something with. These weren't just pictures from my childhood, no, they were pictures that went back way further, back to show my dad in his childhood, lots of pictures of my grandparents, whom I never knew, and my cousins and uncle when they were kids.
The family resemblance is pretty striking in some of those images and it got me thinking a lot about my dad and how he had lived an entire life before finally hooking up with my mom and raising a family.
Today marks eight years since the crossing over of my father. In some ways, it doesn't seem that long. In other ways, it does. I guess we've all settled into our ways, including my mom, in his absence.
I took Penny last weekend to see him at Oak Hill Memorial Park. Didn't stay long since it was cold and rainy on and off. And she always wanted to go see the more elaborate markers or the flowers and trinkets others left for their loved ones. Harold hasn't yet been introduced, but will be soon.
This weekend found us heading up the hills to fetch a fresh cut holiday tree. We took the advice of a neighbor friend and went to a place on Black Road. We found a nice 7 foot Douglas fir which was third generation. In other words, it was the third tree harvested from the same stump, apparent from the previous, old cuttings. When we got it home, we counted 10 rings, and at the same time, got an opportunity to teach Penny about tree rings and how they correlate to the age of the tree.
The rest of Saturday was spent trimming the tree after moving furniture around, cleaning, etc, to make room for it. Penny really got into the decorating activity. She's a natural!
There were scary times today at work. We knew it was coming, so it was just a matter of when.
About 8% of the company was let go. The real scary part was that the group that I work with, not in, lost about 25%. Wow, talk about downsizing.
The team that I'm on lost very little, so I will take that to mean that we provide some key services to the core development teams that the company finds valuable. Let's hope that's true and lasts because I don't want to be beating the street these days when everybody is laying off and noone is hiring.
The good thing is that the company wants to continue investing in its two core areas, which, happily, I am involved with.
Of course, fear remains that there will be more downsizing over the coming quarters, and I feel I should prepare for that somehow.