I'm afraid that there won't be many exciting, breathtaking posts in the days to come. We won't be seeing the nation, trying new things, or learning about things first hand.
We will be visiting family, being at our houses, and having a party or two. We will also be doing schoolwork, and a lot at that. We will be relaxing, at most. If you think it will waste your time and you don't care about regular things people do, leave and come back in January. If you do want to know what we're doing and listen to these kind of things, know that I've warned you, and read the next blogs.
Yesterday we woke up at 7 or 8, and I blogged and took a shower. I moved my computer onto the flat surfaced desk in Mom's yellow walled office, with her large stationary computer, the dresser and closet behind me, which broods in the room. I love this room. It's solitude, the view of my front yard with Woodstock Rd cars zooming right by, the pretty neighborhood across the street, the faint buzzing of some function in a computer, the patting and poking of my hands on the keys; it was great to see it again. I like it.
We all got ready to leave to go to Pop and MaPops house. Even though we've only been here for 4 days, there have been re occurring characters in the blog. The Pojes, Pop and MaPop, Lauren, Mr. Miller, and in one Dean and Barbara. Well, we were going to my grandparents house to decorate their Christmas tree with them. The day was National French Toast Day, and even though I told Mom that, we had no french toast for breakfast. We drove all together and got out to see the big garage door open and all the rain coming down like, well like rain. I was sad to get out of the clean, large suburban with it's nice leather seats; I was so used to a tight, dirty jeep for so long. But, I would return, so I got out and we came to the door. It was locked so Pop opened it up. "HAPPY NATIONAL FRENCH TOAST DAY!!!!!" I said. Pop stared at me. But he later laughed and said the same to me. We went inside and got ready to eat tuna sandwiches, alas, no french toast! I just had French Toast a second ago though, so I ate it the day after the real holiday. No matter. We made tuna and got grapes, some chocolate pretzels, chips, soup and other things and ate, talking to each other. It was fun to make food. We then got ready to get the tree, which was in the garage.
Pop had a little ladder that was shaky, and there were things over on the wall, on a wooden shelf, a big one, at that. Mom held the ladders feet and Pop got to the top of it, me and Dad ready to catch whatever he handed or threw to us, or, him. He gave us several trash bags with stuff in them, parts to the tree. We caught them and placed them down. We brought them and other plastic boxes and things into the outside of the living room, and we moved the table that had it's back to the couch, placing a stand. Pop ended up fine. We then took a heavy fake green Christmas Tree and rammed it into the stand, and got it strait. We, with difficulty, got the next part in, and then the next. We ruffled down the "branches" to make it look more real. We connected wires and plugs all through the leaves and shrubbery, then sticking them into outlets and such, and voila! All the lights lit up. After that we removed the lids to the boxes, and put ornaments around on all sides, because no side can be bare. Angels, Santas, little trinkets, even glass icicles all went on the tree. We had a lot of balls. And I mean a lot. Red, gold, white, even cabbage looking green ones. We saw ornaments of anniversary gifts or years of doing stuff, even one they gave out at the White House that Pop and MaPop somehow ended up with. There was even a paper present looking thing with a picture of me in it, as a baby, of course. Most things on the tree were put on over branches with string or silk rings or circles, but some had hooks. They had an ample supply of beautiful ornaments. As we worked, we talked about Christmas traditions and memories, little things we remembered. It was interesting to listen to my grandparents' Christmases. Very interesting.
The T.V. had a channel of Christmas Music, and so we listened to favorites like "Hark, the Herold Angels Sing" and "Rudolf, the Red Nosed Reindeer", not leaving out, "Silent Night" It was fun. We then looked upon our masterpiece with great joy, seeing all the things sparkle and glow. It was really pretty. I liked making the tree with my grandparents. It was fun, and I was glad to spend time with them, and it got us into the Christmas Spirit. We after doing it talked a lot, about tons of different things. We then said goodbye, left, and drove away after a good 1-2 hour visit. We got home at about three, and waited for my awesome sister Julie, who did not see us on the date of our arrival, to come. So she was to see us now. Lauren came first though, and we talked to her before Julie came. I embraced my 26 year old sister and friend, my sharer of talks in books and my movie loving accomplice. Julie is tall, and has pale skin and brown hair, usually having a jacket and ponytail. We welcomed her, and all talked in the office about different things, one of the subjects dogs, where there were several disagreements about behaviour and who was being nice and mean, wrong and right, in the situation of Sookie and Rocky and Emma. They were growling, and many people in the Bourne's household were thinking Rocky and Emma were scared and were trying to defend themselves, and that Sookie was the antagonizer, and Lauren and others thought Sookie was just being energetic and social. It was a house divided against itself, and I Andrew Lincoln, declare that it shall not stand!
I'm not really a Lincoln, I was making an exampleistic gesture, and that... ooh, here's another. It was the Capulets and Montague's in Romeo and Juliet, that's what it felt like, except all the romance and drama and bloodshed. At one point though we had quieted down, we were away from the crying and barking and yelling and shouting, when I volunteered to go with Julie to get dinner at Moe's. We went in Julie's boyfriend's car, a Toyota, and had a good conversation on the ways to and from from Moes. We came into a building of a tiny center of stores, and got burritos and other Mexican things. The people there were very nice and it was crowded in the buffet like setting. Very fun to be going out again.
We talked about boyfriend and girlfriends on the ride home, and had some funny stories to tell. We got all the stuff inside and ate them in Dad's "office." We then went up stairs and talked about Cyber Monday, technology, and played on all of our electronic devices. Julie, Rebecca and I made faces on a program called Photo Booth on the mac, Dad made deals and saved money on his iPad, Lauren did something on Rebecca and I's old stationary computer, and Mom sat and fiddled on FaceBook. We were all tired. Pretty soon after Lauren left. I blogged upstairs, tired as I was, and listened to all the fun going down below me with a sad spirit. Julie had already said she was spending the night, so she and Rebecca got ready as Mom and Dad came upstairs. I had a nervous break down (yes I did, not joking) and Mom said I should just relax and read or something, and that I could blog on the morrow. "No one loves to read a tired and disgusted blog post," she said to me. Nevertheless, I took a nap and after doing that finished the blog post. I know I might be too hard on myself, but I felt I needed to get it done. Exactly how I feel right now. I need to get this one done.
I went to sleep in my room, but later crept to the basement where Rebecca was on our sandy gold couch that raps around an area with a three sided square and Julie was on an air mattress she got. They were watching T.V. and stuff, and later at 11 we all fell asleep. I enjoyed doing the tree yesterday, and seeing Julie. Yesterday may have had some dramatic moments, but, you know, it's over now, so why remember it. I think that some people are getting to know me better through this blog then I probably would of revealed in person, and I do not know if that is a good or bad thing. Goodbye for now.
Have you ever looked at drops of water in a plastic bottle before? They vibrate when you type or when cars go by.
Amazing,
Amazing,
Andrew.
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