The mr and I went into the Green Mountain National Forest and cut down a lovely tree to serve as out first Christmas tree in the new house! It was a very very bittersweet adventure.
Not going to lie, we got into the truck, headed out, and20 minutes into the ride we second guessed if we really wanted to go. We almost turned around. Getting our tree has always been our favorite traditions hands down. We head out early, drive south west with our boats, hats,mittens, and a pile of orange flags, and drive up fire road 59 in the national forest. It is a great day of hiking in the snow (there is always snow in the mountains even when there isn't any down here in the valley), Christmas music, hot coffee, and dog treats. This year we listened to a few Christmas songs but then switched it to NPR. We got the hot coffee, but no dog treats, and the hike. Well that didn't really happen. See I was trying (and failing) my hardest not to completely break down and melt. I was feeling way, way to many feelings. So the mr and I pretty much drove up the mountain into the national forest, spotted a sweet tree from the road, (25 ft from the road like the ranger said) walked into the woods and cut down our tree. I was laughing, the mr happy yielding his saw, but it didn't feel quite right. I kept looking around for a flash of a tail or an over-excited bundle of fur and orange jumping over downed tree like a horse. Sure, getting the tree is about the tree, but it was always more about watching Washer go bat shit crazy playing in the snow, finding the biggest sticks, and all around being as happy as a dog can be. Not having him with us hurt. A lot. But we needed to get our tree and spend the day telling Washer stories and remembering all the good stuff. He would have been proud of our tree, chasing after it like it was a new toy all for him. I am pretty sure that
Oh boy are the holidays hard this year. Missing my brothers, missing my dog, Fuckers. And on that sad note.....
Today the mr and I are getting down and dirty, sitting in the empty room we call a kitchen and sketching out and measuring for all that is going to be wonderful . This time next week we should have a semi functional kitchen!!!!!!(I hope I am not jinxing us here) I think we also planned a bit of light hanging on the outside of the house (thinking colored lights because they go better with the bags of trash on the porch than white. haha) And because we are cat sitting for my sister, we are going to go over to her house, play with her cat, turn her heat on so the pipes don't freeze and drink ALL of her coffee.
Soon I'll have a finished house with a kitchen that I can spend all my day baking bread and cookies for everybody, but until then. #Lifegoals
Some stuff I read on the internet.
-So fucked up but funny as shit. People Knowingly Donated $100,000 To Dig A Big, Pointless Hole In The Ground
-I love new my walls white with the natural wood trim, but I give it a year, then maybe I might rethink the wood and do some more painting. WHITEWASHED STYLE.
-I know a few people who could use a lesson in not being completely miserable. I think we all do.It’s Possible to Teach Yourself to Be More Optimistic
- The Best Way to Keep Pancakes and Waffles Warm because it's important to serve your people warm food.
-I want to do this with some of my old lights. Paint your Christmas lights. Gold is the way to go.
-Americans Don't Trust Scientists' Take On Food Issues. Do you? I take it all with a grain of salt (sometimes bigger then other)
-Some say I am picky. I disagree,I know picky eats, people that will only eat pizza or pasta and not eat the goods. That's no me. I just know exactly what I like (all the fruits and veggies) and who I trust touching it. ( local farmers to my mouth works for me) When the Picky Eater Is a Grown-Up.
-This Beer Advent Calendar Is What We All Need for the Holiday Season. A really good idea. Maybe next year.
And pictures... All from the Christmas tree adventure because they are great and also I have been leaving my camera in bad places so I never have it when I want it. Bad habit that I need to break.