Christmas was very different this year. It's the first time since DS Josh was born in 1971 that I've celebrated it without him. His family is creating new traditions in Oregon as we are here in Nevada. We have always had our family for Christmas Eve, including DIL Missy's family. We knew it would be small so Ian invited several neighbors. They were alone and were thrilled to share the evening with us. Alexia taught herself to courtesy from a movie. Without having to share the spotlight with her cousins, she decided to it must be all hers, which it was.
Christmas Day was an empty canvas since our Christmas dinner has moved to Oregon. We ended up going to a matinee showing of Avatar at the Riverside Theatre. I really like to watch my movies at home, especially when they're three hours long, but I have to say - it was Ian's idea and it was a good one. Good movie - followed by pho at our favorite Vietnamese restaurant.
This is the Truckee River, which runs through the center of Reno. How do those ducks do that?? It was 19 degrees when we came out of the show. I finished Christmas day by a reading a book until I was done. I'm a slow reader so it took me the rest of the day. I don't often take a large block of time to read so felt like I was indulging myself.
We woke to Pogonip today, which is an ice made of fine crystals suspended in the air. I think it has a fairy quality. It was 12 degrees when I took these pictures at 9:00. Few days this month have even reached freezing.
The crystals remind me of flocked Christmas trees and they cover every-
thing, including the fences.
This is now already a record-breaking cold December. I believe in climate change. It is gorgeous from the living room, but this valley was once a working cattle ranch. I cannot imagine herding cattle on horseback in the this. I'm can't imagine me on horseback, but that's beside the point.
I haven't Photo-
shopped this. What you see is what you get. I got to talk to my grandsons just minutes ago and had a 15-minute conversation with six-year-old Evan. It was a hoot. We're re-sculpting our traditions and the new ones, though strange and unfamiliar, are good too. It's snowing again now. I'd be okay if that weren't part of the tradition.
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