Can you believe that Christmas is in 3 days? It is hard to believe. December has gone so, so, so fast! It feels like just yesterday we arrived in Rowell on the 25th of November. Although it has gone fast though, I feel satisfied on what we've done. We've seen a lot of friends and family, had a good amount of adventures along the way, and enjoyed the relaxation of being in our own house. I'll tell you, it's weird to sleep in my room again, to get used to it. Being in a regular bed again, not having to make it every night, and it's eerie to have a room to myself again. I am a little uneasy sleeping there as I was so content and comfortable with being in the front of a 45 footer R.V, with everyone else in the same room, really. I've gotten used to it by and by though. I looked through the little bedroom with all my mom's old stuff in it, down in the old part of the house. I saw an old book that was published in 1936, and other things like paintings of Mom's grandparents. It's a cool little antiquey room, with a high bed and a little doll house, an empty fireplace and a filled closet, a dresser with Mom's favorite animal, a lamb, and a red old chair. A wooden door goes out into the screened porch, where our porch is to the right of that, with a small pond and little garden. On a stone deck in front of the screen porch and left to the porch are metal tables. Inside our comfortable blue chairs and a big window in the wall, where you can look over all this from a staircase. I don't know why I described all of this. I wanted to tell I looked in that room and saw all my Mom's old stuff a few blogs back, but I forgot so I might as well look at it now. It wasn't my mom's original actual room, but all the furniture is hers. It has a small mantelpiece with an old mirror and black and white photos. It's a nice old room. I like it.
Sorry, I got sidetracked. I now will talk about Christmas. I love Christmas time, celebrating Christ's birth and all the decorations and traditions, hanging lights and singing songs, being with family and seeing the person's face light up as they receive their present. It's a great feeling. Playing in the snow, throwing snowballs, sledding, drinking hot chocolate and eggnog, waiting for Santa Claus (St. Nicholas for you English people) to come, going to my grandparents house on Christmas Eve and seeing family, all are great. The best is realizing Jesus died for our sins and celebrating his birth, and the second best probably going to the awesome church service on Christmas Eve. I'll describe it the day we go to it. Still though, even though I like Christmas, I want the month of December to go slower. Oh well. Now to the blog post about yesterday, December 20th.
Yesterday I finished the Left Behind book, The Mark, and it was very good. Thrilling too. After finishing it, I saw Mom and Rebecca go to go eat with somebody, and I blogged on my computer with the dogs in Mom's office with me, in a spinney chair. I was seated in it, but they got in it and took all the room so I sat in another, having them behind me so I could see them. I shut the doors so they couldn't get out, but pretty soon my stomach started growling. I carefully left the room and put a stool and a waste basket in front of two of the doors. I went down in the kitchen and got a banana and breakfast bar, going back upstairs. They looked so cute licking each others ears. It was a lot cuter than the cats I sneezed upon the prior night. I moved my chair from the desk to in front of the small slim T.V. that's in the room, and turned it on. I watched a little of CNN as I ate. Then after eating I turned it off and blogged again. Good news on. Pretty soon after that Rebecca and Mom came up, and Mom said Rebecca and I were going to do a play-date (if I can bear the word) at the Gould's while Mom "does something" she said with a suspicious smile. Steven would later tell me she was getting presents for us. I sat in the bed, and Rebecca didn't feel good because of what she ate at the restaurant (eggs) and I for some reason didn't feel good either. We both didn't really want to go to their house, but we felt okay after a while and Mom said if we felt bad when we got to their house she would take us home.
We drove over to their nice house, with a large lawn in the back with trampoline and tree house, and Christmas decorations galore. It's a nice big house like you would see in a neighborhood. We parked and knocked on the door of their garage, and were welcomed by the still in pj's Mr. Gould, with his close cropped army style black hair. Then I said hello to Mrs. Gould, who's hair was in a pony tail, brown or red. We said hello to both of them. Then I saw the red haired Betsy and the shaggy brown haired Steven, who is the age of Rebecca but yet Rebecca usually plays with Betsy and me Steven. We all (the kids) went down into their basement, which has a big red couch and T.V., and a lot of kid stuff. The difference between the basement when we left and now was at the foot of the stairs down was two desks with desktop computers on there, Steven's and Betsy's. On the left was where they stored everything, a dark room filled with stuff. Past all this is a bar with counter and doors going down to their dad's office and a bathroom. There is also a door going outside to a back porch. They have a nice house. As we thought about doing a play and what play we were going to do for their parents. A Christmas Carol was suggested, and stuff about Santa was too. It took a long time for us to finally agree on something, and when we did (we chose A Christmas Carol) we couldn't agree on costumes, setting, or what time it was going to be, or what the three ghosts of Christmas would be. Steven wanted to be the devilish like future ghost, but I suggested him being a robot, because that's in the future. Betsy and Rebecca argued about a particular dress, and everybody didn't want to be the part they were given. It was madness. My stomach ache came back, and I went to the restroom at one point. We then abandoned this idea of a play and walked outside, via going upstairs and out the deck. Their shaggy dog Oscar came out too, and we played with him in the lawn, but I took it easy. Rebecca and Betsy swung on a wooden board swing, and I looked at their cool fort. It has an actual tree going through it, two slides, a ladder going upstairs and swings and a separated part. It's cool. But Steven told me it was unstable AFTER I had jumped on it, and then went down a slide and walked to the really unstable part. I got off that. That could of been ugly.
We all got on the trampoline as my stomach ache came and went, we played dead man and other games of that sort. It started raining, only drizzling though, and so we all played in the grass again. My stomach got back, me having it growl and ache. I told everyone the situation and that I might need to go home, then went inside to face Mr. and Mrs. Gould. They were at the dining room table, doing Christmas cards. "I don't feel so good and I think I might have to go home." Mrs. Gould was sympathetic, asking what was wrong and saying I might want something to eat or drink, or to lay down. Thank you for doing that Mrs. Gould. I really appreciate it. Mr. Gould was like that too, although he left in the rain to go mail cards and go to the bank. I later read A Christmas Carol in their den. I texted Mom that I was sick, and although Steven tried to entertain me, I still wanted to go home. Rebecca and Betsy by this time were playing in Betsy's room, and I later learned from Mrs. Gould that Mom was out at lunch with someone. I then called her. No answer. Voicemail. It must've been in her purse, and in a loud restaurant I wouldn't hear it if I were her. She finally texted back that she would come to pick me up. Rebecca left her shoes outside in the rain so she ran to get them before Mom came. Then Mom came, and she talked to Mrs. Gould a little before we got into the car. I was sad that I ruined the play-date, and that I made both Rebecca's time and mine shorter, but I was really sick. I went home, ate a sandwich, and relaxed for a long time. I gradually got better. Rebecca was mad at me for the lessening of the time, but I couldn't have done anything, save keep being sick and continue to be at their house. Rebecca went to the Tropouer's house, and we went shopping for Rebecca, Lauren and Julie.
We went on the popular Canton Street, in Old Roswell, and parked in a large parking lot of an antique market building, which is up the hill away from the other businesses. I'll describe it when we get to it, in time. We parked in a place that faced another littler building, by a road. We passed and walked along the awesome shops of Canton Street. A restaurant called Inc and another Salt, all the numerous people and the small walkways and street, the cold wet air moving along as other people did, it was cool to see the black shirted employees of Inc. again, and all the familiar shops, galleries and restaurants. We went into a small shop called Gifted, with all kinds of regular day items turned into sculptures and art, made by people who are GIFTED at that. They bring in stuff and get part of the sale. We saw cool coasters, cups with letters, girl clothes, and other things. It was cool, I guess. I got Julie and Lauren both cool presents. We left that store after they bagged our gifts, and they helped us very well. After that, we went across the street to a two story brick store, that was faced a different way then the others. It was Go With the Flow, a canoeing and kayak store. We saw around there all the equipment and clothing for the sport, and I asked to go to the restroom. The girl said it was upstairs. I went up wooden stairs where pictures of people were all around me, and looked at all the hanging canoes. In the back corner of the big upper level I found a storage area, with a window and loose boards. I have to admit I was scared. I went to the restroom in a dirty orange bathroom with window, with a high sink and brown and white toilet. The only good part of that place was looking out a window in that area, where I looked at the staircase going down the side of the building, and a little alley I had looked at every day for my life for a while. I had always wanted to get on those stairs, and although I didn't do that, I stood close to them and saw it from a different angle. It was cool I guess. We went out of the store after that, and then went to a bakery where we talked to a nice French guy. I for some reason like to listen to French people, try their foods, and learn about their culture and language. I don't know why, I've always thought them as kind of cool in a way, I guess. I can't very well explain it.
We went to our car and put the stuff away, then walked in the yellow antique market with all the creepy statues in the front. We browsed around and I saw a Charlie Chaplin book, of all the films he was in in pictures. He was an old actor I like, in the era where it was black and white, with no sound. He overcame that obstacle and had the best facial expressions, becoming one of the best in the time period. It was red and bulky, but only ten dollars so we got it. I also got a cheap present for Dad there. We went further back and saw unthinkable things, even a silver fiberglass huge hand with it's palm out, with the fingers painted either orange or green. I sat on it and took a picture of it. It was unreal. Later in the back when it went downhill, I saw old wooden radios from the early 1900's, and blue diamond topped canes. In the way back of that huge store, I saw G.I. Joe's from the '50's and a wonder woman doll from 1941. We saw $400 wooden phones with the black spinney thing on the center of it, and the black phone part. Numerous old crafts, statues, record players, phonographs, books, and other things. There's more I haven't talked about, but I can't tell about EVERYTHING in that store. We got a thing for Rebecca, and then got in the car and drove to her play-date, picking her up. We went back home, and I slept soundly. It was an okay day, even though I got sick. But, I got presents for people and I saw some pretty old stuff.
Twas the Night before the 23rd, and all through the blog,
Andrew told about his adventures, but he didn't fight a dragon named Smaug,
It was written so long, for the readers with care
In hopes that it would not be bucked from a mare. -
Andrew.
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