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patterns of ink

How fruitless to be ever thinking yet never embrace a thought... to have the power to believe and believe it's all for naught. I, too, have reckoned time and truth (content to wonder if not think) in metaphors and meaning and endless patterns of ink. Perhaps a few may find their way to the world where others live, sharing not just thoughts I've gathered but those I wish to give. Tom Kapanka

Saturday, December 25, 2010

My Daughter Emily Sent This Christmas Eve day...

Updated with photos the next morning...


In the post below, I dared not write about something because it would have made me feel the very way the beautiful song above did.

Emily and Keith and Nora are not with us here in Kansas this year. It was inevitable that such a Christmas Day would come. I completely understand. It just so happens to be the first time in her life that Emily is not with us on Christmas, and the song describes perfectly what Emily knows is going on all over the house even as I type. The movie, White Christmas, is playing on one of the TVs. The sisters are in the kitchen with grandma. Grandpa is trying to get help figuring out some computer glitches. (He always has a bunch of technical questions to ask his young grandsons and they typically know the answers).

Tonight we will be playing a video-taped version of "A Minute to Win It" that Keith and Emily put together. Those two are always in charge of Christmas Eve games, and they are still fulfilling that role even though they are in Michigan. We will be home to see them and Nora on Monday. Meanwhile two house guests are bringing life to our home and enjoying our tree until we return.

Merry Christmas!

Photos added Christmas Day...

We gathered in the great room and watched the video Keith and Emily made for us with games from "Minute to Win it."
That's Emily on the TV to the right, demonstrating how each game is to be played.
That's Emily on the lap top watching us play the games via SKYPE. Keith was there, too, but when this photo was taken he was holding Nora off-camera. It was like they were there with us
 even though they did not make the trip to Kansas this Christmas.
That is me playing the "Snowball" game. I had to put Vaseline on my nose and transer snowballs (cotton balls) from one bowl into the other. I got 13 in one minute--it's harder than you think!
Julie won the "Blockhead" game by stacking five baby blocks on a plate on her head.
A few days before Christmas when Nate (Kim's fiance was still here with us), we did some skeet shooting.
This is Kim firing a shotgun for the first time. Her shoulder survived. She was funny to watch. No, she did not hit her target, but after she saw the blast of smoke come the barrel she said, "I am smokin'!" 

By the way, a week ago the yard was "smokin'" Grandpa McNabb was burning trash out back of the house and something in the trash blew up sending the fire onto the very dry grass. It burned about half an acre and they caught it about 30 feet from the back door. When we looked out the back door this morning, the scorched-earth was basically the opposite of a "White Christmas." Next spring it will all come back greener than ever.
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3 Comments:

Blogger heiresschild said...

i'm glad your Christmas was beautiful Tom. HAPPY 2011 NEW YEAR to you and your family! may it be even more rewarding than last year.

1/1/11 11:41 AM  
Blogger Jennifer Gallagher said...

Looks like you had a wonderful Christmas with your family even if a member or two were away. Happy New Year Tom to you and your family.

12/1/11 5:00 AM  
Blogger patterns of ink said...

HC and JG,
Good to hear from two of my ol' blogging buddies. It's been too long since I've strolled the cyberhood. Been a very busy school year.
Thanks so much for stopping by.
Happy New Year!

13/1/11 10:35 PM  

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