(That reminds, rewatching Fawlty Towers should be on my list of things to do in 2015.It's been a good two years since I last watched it. Unacceptable!)
Yet every December, I sit down on the 1st to plan out what I'm going to do with the last 31 days of the year and when I look up, everyone is holding champagne flutes and singing Auld Lang Syne. I assume that the month of December just gets sucked into the same vortex as the lost laundry socks.
Usually December around these parts looks something like this:
This year, however, most of the month looked like this:
|From the outlook above a small beach close to my mom's house.|
On the left is CFB Esquimalt, on the right is Fort Rodd Hill and Fisgard Lighthouse.
On the horizon sit the Olympic Mountains in Washington State.
Just so we're clear, the picture above was taken on Christmas Day... and we barely needed the jackets we wore. Well, that's not true. I barely needed my jacket. My mom, who is much more acclimatized to warmer temperatures because she's retired and semi-nomadic and I
Time for a little trip down memory lane. When I was 17, I bought a Han Solo action figure. My baby brother, who hates that I still call him that (tough!), was seven and had just discovered Star Wars. He thought the action figure was amazing. After a couple of times of 'loaning' him the toy, I decided to give it to him as he was obviously getting even more enjoyment out it than I was. Guess what he gave me for Christmas this year.
|I don't know how I could have made this any easier to guess.|
Sure, it's not an exact replacement for the one I gave him all those years ago, but this one fits much better on my desk... and it still has all his accessories. The other Han is looking a little... naked... and he's lacking in guns.
I hope you all had a fantastic holiday season!