Month: January 2018 (Page 2 of 2)

Reader’s Notebook, 1/11/18

Two books down already for 2018.


Dreaming the Beatles: The Love Story of One Band and the Whole World – Rob Sheffield
Oh no, another book about the Beatles?!?! That was my first thought when I saw that music critic Sheffield was releasing his take on the Beatles last year. My initial plan was to skip it even though I was a fan of his earlier books. But seeing this land on several Best Of lists made me reconsider.

Not a bad decision.

While Sheffield doesn’t dredge up any new details about the Fab 5 we didn’t know before, he does place them into a different context. Specifically, he views them through the eyes of Gen X, especially those on the back half of our generation who came of age well after the Beatles initial domination of pop culture had passed. Sheffield argues that the Beatles were in fact at their most culturally significant and influential in the 1990s, when new music was being created free of their direct shadow for the first time ever. Brit Pop, most notably, was a direct evolution from and new interpretation of everything the Beatles had done 30 years earlier. Also in the 90s came the Anthology and 1 releases, which both sold in massive numbers. Combined, that meant the Beatles were, arguably, the most significant music act of the 90s.

That may be a stretch, but I enjoyed reading Sheffield as he got there. Born in 1966, he grew up on the Beatles and is fanatic about their history. As he goes through the life of the band he ties individual songs and albums to both the band’s broader history and to cultural touchstones of Gen X.

This is not the book to read if you want to know every detail of the recording of each album or a deep dive into the band’s final days. But it is a fine book to read if you love the band, already have some knowledge of their history, and want to tie their story to our generation’s.


Paddle Your Own Canoe: One Man’s Fundamentals for Delicious Living – Nick Offerman
Good, clean fun here. This serves mostly as a memoir for the actor/comedian/woodworker/whisky drinker most famous for playing Ron Swanson on Parks & Recreation. It is hilarious and worthy of your time and effort.

The Footballs

Good gracious, what a CFP championship game Monday night.

Like most folks who were unaffiliated, I was pulling for Georgia. Those downtrodden, underdog Dawgs from Athens.

I found it funny that Georgia has this big reputation as a somewhat cursed program. Maybe my humor stems from when I first started paying a lot of attention to college football, and Georgia was one of the best programs in the country. I know they’ve had some rough patches, but I’ve never not thought of them as a top tier football program. And I’d be thrilled if my alma mater could have “disappointing” 8–4/7–5 seasons year-after-year.[1] But it’s not like they have been averaging three wins a year for 50 years and suddenly jumped up into the elite.

But I understand where that comes from, with each of Georgia’s biggest rivals having won a national championship more recently than the Dawgs’ only title. And most of those schools have multiple titles over that span.[2]

So UGa was a very good story and easy to root for, especially with them playing Alabama and evil Nick Saban.

Naturally everything went exactly like Satan, err Saban, wanted it to.

  • Georgia steadies themselves after some nervy opening minutes, grab a lead, and slowly build it.
  • Saban benches his starting QB, who has lost two games in three seasons, to play a true freshman who had yet to take a meaningful snap. IN THE NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP GAME. There will be books and movies and documentaries about that decision alone.
  • Eventually Georgia is up 20–7 and Dawg fans, die hard and casual, were beginning to think, “OK, they can do this.”
  • But the Tide start chipping away, their defense morphs into Ferocious mode, the offense starts moving the ball, and ties it on a gutsy fourth-and-goal play.[3]
  • They get the ball back, set up for a chip-shot field goal at the final whistle, and freaking miss it. Overtime! Even for those of us rooting for Georgia, you had to feel for the Alabama kicker in that moment. It’s not like SEC football fans are the most stable folks in the world, especially the most entitled of the bunch from Tuscaloosa. That kid was going to have problems had Alabama not pulled off the win.
  • Georgia gets the lead on a field goal, make a huge sack on first down, there is a deep roar of anticipation building in the stadium, and then Tua Tagovailoa throws an insanely beautiful ball that Da’Vonta Smith hauled in for the win.
    Yep, that’s exactly how Saban drew it up before hand. Give the anti-Alabama contingent hope, yank it away, give it back when it seemed impossible to give it back, then rip it away on a play that will live forever in sports history.

Damn.

Throw in a handful of very controversial officiating decisions, a fight on the Alabama sideline, an Alabama player having to be removed from the stadium on a stretcher, and the President of the United States not knowing all the words to the National Anthem, and this game had about everything.

Instant-motherfucking-classic.

Now was it better than last year’s classic between Alabama and Clemson, that also came down to the closing seconds of regulation? I guess that depends on how you like your football.

Last year was all offense, fitting for the current era.

Monday had some big offensive plays, but was dominated by the defenses, a throwback to an older age.

The crazy thing to me is even without tons of offense, it still took roughly four hours to get Monday’s game in. (Old man grumble, grumble, grumble.)

Both great games and I guess you choose based on how you feel about Alabama. For me, these games are just further proof that the football gods hate me. As much as I dislike Alabama, I respect them. And since I’ve never liked nor respected Clemson, I was reluctantly pulling for Bama a year ago. Two years in a row I went to bed after midnight after watching a scintillating game that my team-for-the-night came up just short. Football is dumb.


As for the NFL playoffs, I believe this is the first year ever I’ve not made predictions. I didn’t feel comfortable offering picks since I haven’t watched the NFL this year. And, besides, we know that New England is winning again. Why bother?

I watched most of Sundays games, and then parts of the Chiefs-Titans game. We were hanging out at a friends house so that game was in the background. We had kind of lost track of the game, but knew the Chiefs had jumped out early. We also missed most of the controversial calls. But I did look up in the fourth quarter, saw the Titans had narrowed the margin, and said, “Chiefs still have plenty of time to blow it.”

Which I can’t take too much credit for because, based on catching up with Twitter later in the evening, most Chiefs fans were saying the same thing.

I’ve softened some in my stance about the Chiefs. I think some of that stems from the Royals 2014–15 runs, and seeing my hometown explode in pride in joy. Although I’m never going to be on the bandwagon for a Chiefs Super Bowl run, it would be cool to see Kansas City fired up as it was in those Octobers again. I wasn’t pulling for them Saturday – to be fair I was neutral as I wasn’t pulling for Tennessee either – that loss seemed a little cruel to me.

Which I know makes my Chiefs fans friends feel a lot better.


  1. Winning three games in a season would be cause for burning things in celebration.  ↩
  2. Georgia Tech, Tennessee, Florida, and Auburn. Plus LSU and Bama, which are both lesser rivals. OK, that does suck!  ↩
  3. I would have kicked the field goal, let me defense get the ball back, and won the game in regulation. But then again, kicking wasn’t such a sure thing, was it?  ↩

All Together Now

My first book of the year was about the Beatles. So it was a nice coincidence that I was hipped to this website over the holidays. The author is ranking all the Beatles songs in order, roughly one per day. His commentary isn’t a rehash of all the commentary you’ve read a thousand times before about Beatles songs. Which makes it a must read if you’re into music at all.

The Beatles 205

Big 12 Hoops: A Very Different Year

Last day of Christmas break. The girls go back to school tomorrow. I guess the teachers need an extra day to get grades processed, settled into their classrooms, etc before beginning the second semester.

Meanwhile the temperature is finally above freezing for the first time in two weeks. It might hit 60 Thursday! We may be able to see our (dead) front yard by this time tomorrow.

Seems like a good day to dive into Big 12 basketball!

First thing first: KU isn’t winning the Big 12 this year. Fans all over the conference can pop their bubbly in celebration of the Jayhawks’ 13-year title streak coming to an end in March.

Finally, FINALLY, after all these years we’ve hit a season where KU is both down enough and the league is tough enough so that the field will have the advantage over the perennial champs. That was shown last week, when Texas Tech went into Allen Fieldhouse and won for the first time ever. Texas Tech! Who, granted, are a really good team. But if they can win in Lawrence, you figure this might finally be the year when West Virginia doesn’t blow a big lead and can do the same. Maybe Oklahoma and TCU can win in Allen, too. KU always knew they’d win nine home games in conference, something no other team could ever be certain of. In really weird years they’d only win eight home games, but that was still better than everyone else. Do that and you just have to find 4–5 road wins to get the title. But slipping at home changes the math dramatically. Even with KU already owning two road wins – and they were both good wins against teams that will likely take down at least one contender each at home this year – once the Allen bubble is popped it’s a whole new ballgame.

The Billy Preston saga might get resolution soon. Silvio De Sousa is on campus and practicing, waiting for the NCAA to clear him to play. Even if KU gets both of those guys back, I’m not sure they are enough to change KU’s Big 12 math. You figure it’ll take a couple weeks for Preston to get in the swing of things. And even then, is he ever more than a 15 minute per game player after missing over two months? And De Sousa is learning everything new. He’s physically imposing and had a fine prep career. But he seems like a 5 mpg player who gets on the court, commits a dumb foul or messes up the offense and Bill Self yanks him off the court. His minutes this year are more about getting him ready for next year.

Those two do provide value, though. They’ll give Udoka Azubuike some support, allowing him to rest a few more minutes and maybe play better defense because he doesn’t have to be as careful with fouls. And on the nights when Udoka has to sit, both Preston and De Sousa are bigger than Mitch Lightfoot, KU’s current backup 5.

Lightfoot can also shift to the 4-spot, which fits his skill level much better. Kid has done an incredible job filling a position he is not suited for. He basically won the TCU game Saturday with his defense. But I think he’ll provide even better, and perhaps more, minutes if he slides over a spot.

All that will make KU better at the end of the conference season, in the Big 12 tournament, and in the NCAA tournament than immediately. I don’t think it’s enough to put KU back in the regular season championship driver’s seat.

Oh, and all that is assuming either kid plays. There’s a decent chance neither Preston or De Sousa will play a minute for KU this year.

Too many questions, too many holes on the roster, and too many good teams in the Big 12 for it to happen for the 14th-straight time.

So who wins?

I think the answer is pretty obvious: West Virginia.

Trae Young is a spectacular, awe-inspiring player. And I thought OU was underrated to begin with this season. But as amazing as Trae is, he’s still one freshman on a team full of role players. He has yet to not put up huge scoring and assist numbers, but he also is a chucker of the first order. As KU proved against Sooner Buddy Hield in Norman two years ago, if you can get those guys to take 30 shots to get their points, it destroys the rest of the team. Trae is going to have some crazy nights where he scores a ton, but no other Sooner does, and they go down. I can’t wait to see how Tech, the best defensive team in the league, tries to slow him.

But it’s really not about Trae, who should give the Big 12 its third-straight National Player of the Year.

West Virginia is deep. Experienced. Hungry. And plays a style of ball that is maddening for opponents. They already have two road wins and a win over Oklahoma. I think that whole team, from the coach down to the last player, is burning to finally get a win in Lawrence and be the team that ends the streak. I think they’re good enough to get it done, especially in a year when so many of the Big 12 teams are built around very young talent.

One of the biggest things about KU’s streak is how no one has ever stepped up to take it away from them. There have been several years, in mid-February, where KU was tied for first, or even in second place. And then they always closed out the year 6–0, 5–1, 4–2, while the teams that were ahead or with them would scuffle to 3–3 finishes. Every. Single. Year.

That’s not happening this year. KU closes with Oklahoma, at Tech, Texas, at Oklahoma State. I’d be thrilled with a 2–2 finish, which most likely would put KU at five or six Big 12 losses.

West Virginia is going to have fewer than five losses and will be Big 12 champs.

Beyond that, I think the Big 12 season is going to be great fun. There isn’t a bad team in the conference this year. Iowa State, currently in last place at 0–3, is going to finish the season with at least three wins against whoever the top four teams in the conference end up being. TCU was undefeated coming into conference play and are off to a 1–2 start. Baylor is likely better than their 1–2 start would show. And while I don’t think Texas is all that good, Mo Bamba is the most unique defensive player in the league and will make them a tough matchup if their guards can ever hit a shot.

It may not be one of the glory years, where you can look at the top four or five teams in the league and think they all have a chance to get to the Final Four. But it is going to be a year where every game should be a dogfight, and the gap between the #2 team and the #10 team is a handful of shots over the 18-game schedule.

As a KU fan, I’ll be watching this Big 12 season with a different eye than in the past. I’ll be hoping that KU gets Preston and De Sousa and can develop a new identity in time for March. But I’ll also probably watch more random games than in recent years. Because I think every game as a chance to be a great one. And with everyone knowing KU is vulnerable, I think every team is going to be fighting like never before to try to be the ones to put the final dagger in the KU streak.

Friday Time Waster

Here is one of the greatest things I saw over the holidays.

“Euverus” used the game Cities: Skylines to test how traffic would flow at a 4-way intersection using 30 different road configurations. I love the examples with no controls, especially the little software glitches that allow vehicles to pass through each other. And some of the higher-end examples are just mesmerizing to watch.

I believe we can label this as Good, Clean Fun.

Via Kottke

Friday Playlist

Back to the sharings of the musics!

“Man Uncouth” – Line & Circle. Holy 1983! These kids clearly listened to some early R.E.M. and Smiths albums. This is some good shit.

“Cut Yr Teeth” – Kississippi. There are hints of shiny, jangle pop in this song, but it never really sheds its rougher exterior to reveal that brightness. Which seems appropriate for a morning when the temperature is well below zero. 

“Frame for One” – Jessee Marchant. Here is a lovely song which, at least in the guitars, recalls the Cowboy Junkies a little bit. Like the Junkies, Marchant is Canadian, so that’s all good.

“Fuck, I Hate the Cold” – Cowboy Junkies. Hey, speaking of the Cowboy Junkies, this is the perfect week to throw out this classic!

“Sour Times” – Portishead. Yesterday we were on our way to M’s volleyball practice and I was able to catch the last song of the War on Drugs’ SiriusXM studio performance, recorded last fall. The first song spun after TWOD wrapped up with this classic from ’94. The mid-90s get a lot of shit, mostly because of all the grunge-lite and grunge-influenced pop that took over around that time. But also stuff like this was bubbling up into the mainstream, and we were all better for it.

Reader’s Notebook: Wrapping 2017

Again I’ve fallen behind on my book sharing. Here are my final four books of 2017.[1] I’ve already polished off one book for 2018 and will get to it next week.


Fantasyland – Kurt Andersean
I’ve mostly avoided the quick, “How Did We Get Here?” assessments of our current political state. They tend to be too depressing and infuriating for me to read. But I decided to give in and tackle this one because of a couple blurbs I read about it. The pitch was that Andersen was going to explore all of American history to look for threads through time that explain why we Americans are so nutty right now. While I wasn’t sure if that very broad view would offer any answers, it seemed like a better approach than simply rehashing the 2016 campaign, or even looking at a thinner slice of history, say just since Obama’s 2008 victory, since 9/11, since the Clinton impeachment, etc.

That said, I began reading this just after Thanksgiving. Then I set it aside when we traveled to San Antonio. I finished it about a week later and have tried to write about it a few times but, for some reason, struggled. And now it’s a month and several books in the past and I’m still struggling to put a coherent summary together.

So, briefly, Andersen largely blames our core tenant that anyone can practice any religion they want in the US as the elemental explanation for Trump. That freedom has allowed American religion to develop in a manner very different from religion around the world. Andersen, who has issues with all religions, argues that we’ve let some very large, very American religions grow around some flat out wacky views.

From there grew the acceptance of all kinds of nutjob beliefs that had nothing to do with religion. “If it feels good, do it,” became not just a mantra for hippies in the 60s, but for every member of society. From that grew an acceptance that each American is entitled to their own facts and reality, no matter if science or observation or consensus suggests otherwise. If something makes us uncomfortable we are free to discard and ignore it regardless of its truth.

Along with that was the broader idea that we can’t tell people what not to believe. We can protest against and mock white supremacists, but there is a general understanding that even if their views are abhorrent, white supremacists still have the right to their beliefs.

The cherry on top was the explosion of the internet. There have always been wackos of all stripes in this great land of ours. But they were generally limited in how broadly they could spread their views, and how those views would be accepted by the mainstream. But today, with people overwhelmed by information in general, a hostility towards the traditional press, and endless access to “facts” that make us more comfortable, those ideas that were once tucked into rather small pockets of our culture have exploded across it. And, let’s face it, no matter how crazy the assertion, if it gets repeated enough, more and more people begin to believe it.

To Andersen all that adds up to Trump 2016. I don’t know if I buy all of what he’s selling. But I think the answer is far closer to something like he suggests than simply examining a 5, 10, or 20 year slice of recent American history.


Basketball (and Other Things) – Shea Serrano
One reason it took me so long to knock out Fantasyland was that I set it aside when we went to San Antonio for this, which I figured would be a better traveling book. Mostly because I have a tendency to fall asleep on planes when I’m trying to read non-fiction that demands you use your brain a little. This did the trick, as it kept me entertained and my eyes open on our four legs to-and-from SA.

Serrano is one of the NBA experts at The Ringer, and his boss’ influence shows.[2] But while I have a hard time reading Simmons anymore – to his credit in many ways the dude hasn’t changed in the 16 or 17 years I’ve been reading him – Serrano’s voice is new and fresh to me. Plus he doesn’t seem full of himself yet.

Anyway…here Serrano tackles some of the most important questions surrounding the NBA. As in, how would legendary NBA players’ careers have changed if they had slightly different names?[3] What are the most disrespectful dunks of all time? What was the most important NBA championship of the modern era? Which version of Michael Jordan was the best? What historical person would be most satisfying to dunk on? And if you placed in-his-prime Karl Malone in the wilderness and replaced him on the Utah Jazz with a black bear, who would fare better?

And on and on. Some of it is silly, some of it dives into the advanced stats to solve real dilemmas. Serrano writes with passion, humor, and deep knowledge of the NBA. Even if you don’t follow the Association, this is a fine read.


Eileen – Ottessa Moshfegh
This book is a good example of the weird way I build my To Read list. Moshfegh got all kinds of praise for this slim novel, which is written as a memoir of a woman in her 70s in the current era looking back on a pivotal week in her life in 1964. I came across it on several Best Of lists late in 2016, noted that it takes place around Christmas, so I tagged it with a note that just said “Holidays” on my To Read list. Thus I did my best to read it in December, thinking it would somehow enhance my holiday experience. I was especially excited about it because most Christmas novels are garbage; stories clearly aimed at the Hallmark or Lifetime channel sets.[4]

Sadly, this did not live up to the holiday hype. Christmas is but a marker on the calendar for this book.

The story, though, was pretty solid.

As I said, Eileen is looking back on December 1964, when she was 24 and working as a secretary in a New England detention facility for juvenile boys. She lives with her alcoholic father, a former cop who sits in the kitchen and drinks himself to oblivion each day. Eileen has no friends or close relatives and barely interacts with her coworkers. She wears her dead mother’s clothes and rarely takes care of her appearance.

Just before Christmas a new counselor joins the staff. She is young, glamorous, dynamic, and immediately, for some reason, takes the very unglamorous Eileen under her wing. They make plans for a Christmas Eve get together, which quickly becomes something very different than what Eileen was expecting.

There is some very adept shifting of focus and genre from Moshfegh here. The story begins to drag a bit, making me wonder if it was worth it, before a very powerful and satisfying shift late in the book. Throughout the story the older Eileen hints at how her life changed because of those days right before Christmas 1964. For a pretty good chunk of the book I was wondering “How did she get from here to there?” What happens in the final pages makes that transformation totally believable.


Beyond the Steak – Jason King with C.J. Moore.
My Christmas week, travelling book.

King should thank the journalism gods that he got the KU beat from the Kansas City Star years ago. His time as the primary KU writer has been good to him, both allowing him to expand into being a national college hoops writer and write two books about the KU program, which lunatics like me greedily snatch up. This follows the format of his previous KU book, Beyond the Phog but rather than focusing on 2000–2010, this is centered on KU’s 13-year reign over the Big 12. The chapters that overlap are not mere re-hashes but rather based on new interviews with the players of that era. It’s cool to see how their perspectives have changed as they got older. Keith Langford is an especially interesting cat, as Bill Self would say.

There are tons of great stories and insights. What I really enjoyed was how King and Moore went outside the KU program to talk to the coaches and players they’ve faced over the years. Kevin Durant breaks down his one, epic trip to Allen Fieldhouse. Kim English, Marcus Denmon, and Michael Dixon all talk about the final year of the KU-MU conference rivalry. Jacob Pullen and Georges Niang are both fantastic interviews. And Sherron Collins is probably the best KU interviewee. As King said on a KC Star podcast when the book came out, Sherron just doesn’t care what people think, so he’ll say anything.

It was fun reliving all the many highs of the Bill Self era. I admit I debated whether to skip the section on the VCU Elite 8 game in 2011. But I often found the comments by other teams that have beaten KU in March to be more enlightening that painful.


And thus ends my 2017 year in books. I read 45 “traditional” books. I also read 11 photography-related books. Some of those had text, some did not, so I decided to break them out into a separate list. Regardless, it was a good year for reading, again.

My favorite books that I read this year were:
The Nix – Nathan Hill
The Kite Runner – Khaled Hosseini
The Underground Railroad – Colson Whitehead
A Gentleman in Moscow – Amor Towles
Dynastic, Bombastic, Fantastic – Jason Turbow
The Regional Office Is Under Attack! – Manuel Gonzalez
The Force – Don Winslow
Runnin’ With the Devil – Noel Monk
The Lock Artist – Steve Hamilton


  1. I also did my annual reading of Jean Shepherd’s A Christmas Story in December.  ↩
  2. The Ringer is Bill Simmons current venture. Serrano also wrote for Grantland.  ↩
  3. Wilt Chamberlord was even better than Wilt Chamberlain. James Harden became an action movie star when named James Harder.  ↩
  4. No offense to my Hallmark and Lifetime holiday movie loving friends.  ↩

Belated Holiday Wrap Up

Glory be! After roughly 36 hours without either cable or internet access, our house (and neighborhood it turns out) has been reconnected! So I can finally start unloading some of the accumulated content from the past week-plus.

First, Happy New Year! I hope your celebrations, large and small, were fun and safe.

Let’s go back to 2017 and review how our family rolled over Christmas.

Christmas Day

I believe I mentioned this in my annual Christmas Spirit post, but the myth of where gifts come from was finally burst in our house this year. There was no formal acknowledgement, just little comments here and there that made it obvious the girls know that all those Amazon packages that show up from late November through December contain their gifts, not a jolly fat man and his reindeer who deliver them on Christmas Eve. L still put up appearances at times, because that’s what she does. But we knew the girls knew.

It didn’t help that at least one of them found our gift hiding place. For years we’ve been able to put boxes on a shelf in our closet that only I can reach. It’s just inside and behind the door, so younger eyes were generally not looking in this area. But one night I went in to change for bed and noticed the box was on the floor. I asked S about it the next day and she said she hadn’t taken it down. We’re not sure how but one/a combination of the girls pulled the box down and saw all their unwrapped gifts. S was more than a little pissed and wanted to say something. I pointed out that one year I had unwrapped nearly all of my gifts well before Christmas.[1] Looks like we’ll have to hide things better next year.

Anyway, Christmas morning… our girls all did well. M got the Beats headphones she desperately wanted but was sure we wouldn’t get her. She also got some new adidas and a shirt. Yep, she’s reached the age where she’s more interested in clothes than toys. Along those lines, C got a new desk and sheets. L got an Amazon Fire tablet and some Star Wars Legos. All were pleased with their gifts.

After presents, we did our final packing and headed to the airport to catch our flight to Denver. As we had hoped, the Indianapolis airport was pretty slow that morning. The weather was fine – we got about an inch of snow on Christmas Eve, but Christmas morning was cold and clear – and our flight was on time. We looked forward to being in Denver in a few hours.

The Flight

Facebook friends know our flight had some issues.

We took off as scheduled and headed west. Shortly after the fasten seatbelt sign went off, we heard an announcement that the front lavatory was not working. A few minutes later, the pilot said the rear lavatories were out of order, too. They were trying to figure out a fix in the air, but he added they were “exploring all options.”

About 15 minutes later, he came on again and said that they were still talking to the ground to see if the lavs could be fixed in the air. He also said that because our flight was so heavy, we had limited options on where we could land if we needed to. That seemed a little ominous. He would keep us updated, he promised.

Another 10 or so minutes went by when he came on again and announced than none of their in-air fixes were working, so we were turning around and landing in St. Louis, hopefully for a quick fix and back into the air shortly thereafter.

We were just a few minutes past St. Louis, so were on the ground quickly. Then we waited as technicians came in-and-out trying to get the shitters fixed. We sat for an hour, with some folks exiting to use the airport restrooms, before they announced we were switching planes. So off we went, down one gate, and waited about another hour before we boarded and took off again.

We figure St. Louis was the only airport on our path that had an extra plane we could switch to if needed. Because it would have made more sense to continue to Kansas City and land there. Yes, I was wondering if there were any decent barbecue places in KCI these days.

Oh well, we arrived about three hours later than planned, hungry, tired, but excited to start our Christmas adventure.

Denver

So my sister-in-law and her husband knew we were coming, obviously, but their kids did not. We Facetime with them once a month or so and ever since we booked the trip in the fall, our girls were always giggling and whispering “Don’t give it away!” when we talk to them. My sister-in-law picked us up and delivered us to their front door, where we all donned Santa hats and rang the doorbell. The kids answered and freaked out a little bit. My nephew, who turned 8 the next day, fell over and grabbed his heart. His five-year-old sister squealed with delight. It was exactly the reaction we had hoped for and a Christmas surprise all the kids will never forget.

On Tuesday we celebrated W’s birthday. We went bowling in the afternoon and had his local grandparents and an uncle over for dinner that evening.

On Wednesday we drove up to Vail, where my brother-in-law’s family has a place, for some mountain time. Since we were only spending one night there, we decided not to have the girls try skiing. So Wednesday we walked around Vail, had lunch and dinner there, let the kids ice skate in the evening, and got our girls the obligatory local sweatshirts.

On Thursday we drove down to Frisco and went snow tubing. That was a lot of fun. We did this ten years ago at Keystone, and that was a small hill on a golf course you had to drag your tubes back up each time. This was a manicured hill that was twice as big and had a Magic Carpet ramp that hauled you back up. We found that connecting multiple adult tubes together really made you fly. It was a pretty good time and no doubt better for our girls than trying to teach them to ski in just one day.[2]

I was pleased at how well we handled the altitude. I was very nervous because 10 years ago I had a really hard time in my first 24 hours in Breckenridge. But I had only occasional moments of needing to quickly catch my breath in Vail. We figured it was because 10 years ago our time in Denver was in a hot hotel where I didn’t drink much water, with a wedding squeezed into the final night. I went to the mountains dehydrated that time, where I was drinking tons of water as soon as we got to Denver this time.

Unfortunately, by this time my nephew was getting pretty sick. And it was beginning to pass through to our kids. C was coughing a lot and the rest of us all had sniffles. So Friday we kept things pretty tame. We had planned on going out that night to look at some of the holiday stuff in downtown Denver, but the kids were dragging so we let them watch a movie at home.

Saturday morning C was feeling much worse, coughing like crazy, and having trouble breathing at times. There were a few moments where we worried about whether she’d be able to get on the plane or not. But we got her steadied and we made it home without incident.

Other than the illnesses, which you kind of have to expect if you travel this time of year, it was a great week. We had plenty of fun in Denver. I do admit it was weird spending Christmas week somewhere else. When we got home Saturday evening I kept thinking, “Wait, Christmas is over?” My brain is still having trouble with the abrupt ending to all our traditional activities. But I also appreciate how our Denver relatives are often spending their holiday week in Indy with us, so was glad they could stay home for a change.

NYE

As has become a family tradition[3] we threw together a last-minute dinner for S’s sisters and their families. I made chili, there were lots of appetizers, and we did a mock countdown around 10:30 for our girls and their young cousins. It was a fun night. I’ve managed to hold off the illness for the most part, but was still pretty wiped out. I think I read until about 11:15 before I called it a night. L claims she was still up in her room until after midnight.

F&%K It’s Cold

We’re are about 36 hours away for setting the longest stretch in Indy history where the temperature has not risen over 20. We had some more light snow Sunday and are supposed to get enough to make rush hour tonight pretty nasty. When it finally warms up a little on Sunday we’re supposed to get hit with an ice storm.

Already so sick of winter.

We’ve had a couple practices and have a couple more later this week. The girls have some friends over now. L has a party Friday. We are gathering with some friends on Saturday. I’m trying to come up with some other indoor activities to get us to next Tuesday when the girls begin the new semester.


  1. We’re a put all the gifts under the tree Christmas morning family. My mom preferred to slowly lay them out over the course of December. Since I was home alone roughly six hours every afternoon/evening, I sliced through the tape on one side of each box, carefully peeked inside, then placed a new piece of tape directly over the original. Christmas morning I made sure to open each gift from the re-taped side to hide my work. As far as I ever knew, my mom had no idea.  ↩
  2. And, to be honest, me as well. I only tried skiing once, 30 years ago, and was not good at it in the hour or so I tried. I’d be starting from scratch, too.  ↩
  3. Based on the last two years only.  ↩
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